So, if you’ve been following along, you know we just had some cement laid and now have stairs to the street and our mailbox. I was home for this momentous occasion and besides being a little awed, I found myself mostly shocked.
Shock #1: We have a “neighbor” across the street who doesn’t like us. When he saw the cement truck roll up, he called the department of transportation (DOT) on us. Turns out that the permit we had for the cement truck was expired and DOT was going to fine us a whopping $2000. We avoided the fine once we explained that the reason we were behind schedule was because the water department broke our pipes and we could start until they finished.
Shock #2: The neighbor who doesn’t like us has actually interfered with our house before. Our cement guy, Sione, (who did our driveway and side path) said that the neighbor came around a few times before and demanded that Sione stop work immediately. He kicked up such a fuss that Sione actually stopped work. The funny thing is that the work Sione was doing was really quiet - hand pouring cement and smoothing patches out. AND(!) Sione was working after 9am on a Saturday which is legal in the city of Seattle. If he was making noise and working at 7am on Saturday, Mr. Neighbor would have every right to stop him but he wasn’t. Sione was stopped (twice) around 10:30 am. I told Sione that if our friend across the street ever came over and tried to disrupt his work, he should call me and I’d march my little self over there and have a little chat. I wouldn’t be mean, but I would be frank and present him with a copy of the legal construction work hours as determined by the City of Seattle. The neighbor has no idea who he’s messin’ with. :)
Shock #3: Cola + Cement = Me only drinking ginger ale. Once the cement truck was gone, the crew went about smoothing out the cement stairs to the street. You have no idea how exciting it is to not walk around the block to get the mail.
Once this was done, Dadtractor ran down to Safeway to buy twenty 2-liter bottles of generic cola. Can you imagine what the cashier was thinking? I saw Dadtractor unload the cola and asked him what it was for. He said for the cement. I assumed he meant the cement crew. Then I realized that 5 guys wouldn’t drink 4 bottles of cola each. When I got down to the street, I saw this:
Yes, he’s throwing up bottles of cola and no, it’s not time for a refreshment break. It’s time for this:
Did you see that? How about now?
Yes, they poured twenty 2-liter bottles of cola on to our newly poured stairs. And what does it do? It makes the smooth texture turn into this:
I’m not sure I completely understand, but something in the cola causes gases in the cement to release which eats away the surface and exposes all the rocks. If you can explain this better, please comment below. I tried looking it up online but couldn’t find anything.
All I know is if this is what cola does to cement, think of what it does to my stomach. Diet cola does this too. Anyone else a little shocked and reconsidering cola?