After thirty-plus years, it is time for a new driveway. (Granted, Mom's driveway is 70 years old and still excellent, but the man who built the original driveway, the homeowner, was a cement worker. Our driveway guy was evidently related to the people who built the subdivision.)
There was an on-line driveway cost estimator. The estimated amount was not bad. We have that in savings.
Then I found that the neighbors paid quadruple that amount for their driveway. We could go to Paris for a solid 10 days for the cost of their driveway.
Recently, we got an estimate and it’s “only” triple the on-line estimate. I should be happy about that. I am not happy about that. I asked Gary to get a second estimate, which he hates, because he falls in love with every salesman he meets.
The second estimate came in only twice over the on-line estimate. Close enough. And, strangely, it’s the same company that charged our neighbors 10 days in Paris.
This is worse than buying a car. If this did not require a cement mixer, I would be out there doing it myself.