Since I already learned about my Christmas gift of a new front door, Wade decided to get to work. He picked up the large cut sheet of tempered glass and removed the screen door.
He took off the screen and hardware, sanded the door and trim, and secured the glass in place. It was about midnight when Wade came inside in a bad mood. It turns out he was putting the last nail in the trim wood and slipped. The slip meant the nail hit the glass. Now there is shattered glass where there shouldn’t be. Poor Wade.