I swung by Modular Cement on the way home one sunny Monday afternoon. They had a sale on housing modules.

"Excellent!" I told them, "I'll take the Aggregate Deux. Here's the address."

The next week I came home to find the cement modular installed, right next to the RV we'd been living in. The delivery guy was packing up to leave.

"Why is the door on the second floor?"

"Hey, I just put the crap together. You want to complain, call home office and get a form."

"I see." Then, trying to appeal to his sense of order, "Isn't it obvious that the bottom wall should go on top? You know, with the door closer to the ground?"

Nothing.

"May I see the instructions please?"

He jammed blueprints in a greasy back pocket and gave me a look.

"Lisen bub, I don't like your attitude. You got a problem, you do the paperwork. Just like the rest of 'em."

"But..."

And he was gone.

I should have known. Word on the community boards was that MC was a risky company. I had only my impulsive nature to blame for the purchase. Better to make do.

Rather than mess up the nice walls we put in a tunnel, stairs, and a storm cellar door as an entrance. Down and up to get in or go out. The fabbed door got a safety rail and a winch pole, which has been handy for bringing the furniture upstairs.

Don't even ask what happened with the plumbers.