He was meant to be coming round to give us a quote for loft conversion. His wife called to say he would be an hour late. He did not show.
Until 5 mins ago. I ignored the doorbell the first time as I am in bed, after just this second settling DD after yelling at her, yelling at the cat who would not get out of her room without brute force, and breaking a chair leg off DDs plastic shite chair (did put it back on). I ignored the doorbell the second time, as I feel like shite, could not find anything to wear other than DHs manky ol' dressing gown. The third time, I located a dirty pair of trousers and went stomping down there, opened up the door scowling.
A nice portly looking man in a yellow builders jacket {necessary to do a quote? nice and friendly saying 'mrs pavlov? I am xxxx, sorry I am late' Late? I say, you were meant to be here at 4! You are too late, DD is just settled' Poor chap, I bit his hand off, and he then said he had the day from hell and his phone died in the middle of nowhere and no way to phone again to say he would be later. Could he reschedule? I relented. Sure, tomorrow.
Then, I felt bad as he really did look frazzled and he made the effort to come at least. Even if it was 8:15pm!!
AIBU to not let him in? Should I give him another chance? (either, he is loyal enough to come visit like he said he would, by hook or by crook, or he is highly disorganised and I don't want him touching my loft?!).
Was I a bit mean?