I was appalled at the quote I got for a new roof, so I delayed it until I saw the water stain on the ceiling of the master bedroom. I called them right away.
The next step was to pick a shingle color. The receptionist gave me an address that matched my request for “the darkest grey that wasn’t black.” I drove there, not black enough, drove back, and on my porch there was a sample of the black shingles that had not been there when I left.
Spooky, like they were reading my mind or low-jacking my car.
Epilogue: Since then they quickly slapped up the roof, looks good, impressive, only there’s one spot that isn’t done. They came out to inspect it and since then, silence. I suspect I have fallen off their tight schedule, or else they know that our street is being torn up and there’s no place to park.