If you remember Barbara and Philip Day from my crime novels set in Hawaii and on the Main Line, you'll understand this blog.
As some background, new water mains are being installed on the Main Line and, like all contractors, the object is to do the work safely, follow the township guidelines and regulations, and complete the job as quickly and cheaply as possible. So, when the house shook, Barbara Day ran out onto the street and waving her arms, yelled "Stop! You are breaking my house." And the work had barely begun. The workers said that they couldn't stop but they did. And someone pulled out a phone.
Barbara returned to the house, found the phone number of the management team, and Philip called. His persuasive style convinced the man in charge to make an in person visit to the site. During the ensuing conversation between Philip and the company man, he looked Barbara right in the eye, lied to her face, and said that the township required his workers to use the equipment that would cause vibrations.
"I don't like you and I don't like your cute eyes and slimy smile." At least, that is what Barbara felt like saying to the same company man who stood in front of her and lied to her face. Thank goodness for her experiences with Marion Dell who said, on more than one occasion, that people will believe whatever you tell them. Another one of her tightly held expressions and beliefs, which has stood Barbara and Philip in good stead was "is, was, will be; what difference does it make?"
The company man told the Days that he had put in thousands and thousands of feet of new mains, using this method. Barbara, always keeping her eye on the goal, said "that number doesn't matter. The only number that matters to us is one. We have only one house, this one, and we don't want you to destroy it."
A little detective work from Barbara resulted in a conversation with the township official who confirmed Barbara's assessment about the lying contractor. Then the township man told Philip that the material and equipment that will be used, in front of their house, will not cause the vibrations that would shake the old stone house, with plaster walls, and old pipes. This concession to the Days might increase the cost of the job both in money and in time. Apparently, the rest of the home owners will have to fend for themselves.
If this had taken place in Hawaii, Barbara had no doubt that Madam Pele would take care of them and see that the liars got their just comeuppance.