We got the screen put up on our back patio by five nice Mexican men. They brought a boombox and played Mexican music while they worked. It took them two afternoons. And Barb wanted to be home when they were working to see how they did it. But they finished the work before Barb got home from pickleball, and they did such a good job. We went out to the patio and checked it out, and I couldn't even tell there was a screen there because I wasn't wearing my glasses. It just looked blurry like usual.
There was something strange about their work. They had to follow the engineer’s design, which required installing a brace against the house's wall. But it wasn’t connected to the screen at all. The screen was on the other side of the patio. When we see something like this, we always say the engineer who designed it must have been smoking something strong and failed his exam.
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