This is my roof. Single layer of shingles. In magnificent condition. Popdigr had it put on like 20-25 yrs ago. It's still in great shape. The in-between owners didn't see fit to do anything with it, why would they, it's in great shape.
This morning, I wake up to this:
Popdigr's arranged for a new metal roof. The first I heard of this was some bastard going slaphappy with a SlapHappy on my roof at 8:00 this morning. No warning, no consultation, no "Would you like a new roof?", no nothing.
Now I gotta look at this hideous fucking roof. Positively fucking hideous:
And, not only that...but, I get to pay for at least half of this clusterfuck. I can't let the old man put a completely unnecessary roof on my house, no matter how much it's pissed me off. "Well, I didn't want to have to worry about it anymore." You didn't have to worry about it at all!#@* It ain't your house!
Every time I pull into the driveway, now, I have to look up and see every splat of bird shit, every minute glob of undigested mulberries in said bird shit.
Not to mention, now, every time Popdigr gets on the roof for whatever the fuck, I have to worry he's gonna slip, slide down off the steel roof and break his neck, or worse.
Goddammit.