Jesus. There's history here, which I won't bore you with. Suffice it to say that I have a reputation at our condo complex as some cross between an asshole, maverick, facilities engineer and handyman when I can help, which is whenever I can and anyone asks. I use the pool area a lot, especially this year as I've taken in more vitamin D than in the previous 10 years combined. I'm sporting quite a tan, now. Anyway, the arrangement of various furnishings and planters, for lack of a better word, sucked. So I did something about it. I rearranged, and also brought down a couple of nice old classic teakwood steamer chairs and table from a sun deck in another part of the building that's never used. Spent about an hour sanding them down to restore some of their past luster. And, for the most part, the changes are welcome. I'm very good at this sort of thing. But, for shame, I did not go through the Rec Committee, or whatever they call themselves. Feather's have been ruffled. Now, due probably some of my past antics, the scolding I received is of course accompanied by praise for how good it...