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I don't think I will be inviting the window men to my wedding. The ringleader entered the house after a three (or more) hour lunch and used the toilet sans-permission. His peeing was so loud I was convinced he had "done an Andrea" and left the door open. I stayed in my room. While installing the window, his Cro-Magnon sidekick wondered why the window "had so many bits of wood running across it when you could just have a big plate of glass." Apparently, the town window-installers hire Frank Lloyd Wright to help on routine jobs. The main hooligan left me with the invoice and before leaving, went downstairs and used the toilet. I heard him all the way upstairs. His urination was thunderous.