We’d replaced the chiller system, the emergency generator. We’d gotten new elevators, we’d replaced all the windows and doors in the common areas with hurricane impact-resistant glass. We’d spent the money for a new pool and we’d repaved the driveway. No one in the building had raised so much as a peep.
When we put “repainting the lobby” on the board’s monthly meeting notice, however, all hell done broke loose. We hired a decorator to suggest three colors and loved ‘em all. Three different shades of taupe to go nicely with the black and white marble floors, the cherry wood columns and trim, the off-white marble columns and staircase. A nice change from the yucky canary yellow currently on the walls.
Forty-five red-faced residents attended the meeting that Thursday night. In four years of serving on the board, I’d never seen so many angry owners. This one wanted green, that one wanted white. This one wanted orange, that one wanted cream. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had a better idea.
“How can this board trash the building like this?”
“Why is the board using an outside decorator when we’ve got plenty of professional decorators right here in the building?”
“I want white!”
“I want a light cream!”
“I want a really, really dark brown!”
Calgon … take me away.
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