I Don't Care if You Are Bigger Than Me, and A Guy - Do Not Piss Me Off

I'll try to explain this as best I can.
I'm a small woman. On a good day, I top out at 5'1". I also look at my bone structure and know that someday, when I'm a super old lady, I'm gonna fall and snap a wrist because I have a tiny, wimpy little bones.
But listen.
Just because you are a guy and you do "manly" work like construction stuff, doesn't mean I'm going to swoon and be all gooshy and spineless if you try to f*ck with me.

Here's what happened Wednesday.
Day 3 of construction. My house is an effing mess. There's new windows now put in on two sides of the house. Insulation, pieces of wall, mess mess and more mess. The yard? Don't even get me started. By the time Britney Spears misses a day in the tabloids because she's an old washed up has been, I will still be finding nails in my yard. But despite the chaos, I'm jovial, ya know? I mean, things are coming along, the house is looking nice...I know in my head it will all be worth it.

Mid afternoon, the siding dude from the company who worked up the initial bid comes by to check stuff out. He also double checks the measurements for the new shutters since the new windows may or may not have been exact compared to the old ones.

What do I do? I'm nothing if not utterly anal retentive and freaking helpful as the day is long. I run in the house and print off all the "before" photos I took so he can see exactly which windows had shutters before.
After about 20 minutes, siding company dude comes around with his handy notepad and says,
"this is what it comes up to for the shutters."

$1080.00

WTF?

About this time, a facial expression passes that looks, probably, a lot like "eat sh*t and die". Despite the fact that I went to school to grow up and be an actor, I have no poker face whatsoever. I have my emotions written all over my face. So if I'm annoyed with you, I don't hide it very well.

He, siding company dude, physically jumped away from me, like, "don't hit me, tiny scary woman".

Here is the conversation that followed:
"Uh, there should not be any extra cost, you know I wanted new shutters."
"I don't have that written on the bid. I'll have to double check my paperwork."

Calm, yet talking thru very slightly grit teeth. Blood pressure rising.

"If you will recall, we stood here in the front yard. I asked you, since the shutters were actually in decent shape but just faded if we should take them down, have them painted and put back or should we just get new ones. You said that it would end up costing me the same to do all the work to bring the old ones up to snuff versus getting new. I said, OK, I want new ones then."

He gets a look on his face like he's a little afraid I'm going to kick him in the balls. I was thinking about it. You don't just come up to ME and say, "hey, give me a thousand bucks more" when I'm already paying you an assload. He says something in a not-very-promising tone of voice about checking his paperwork on our job.

I stew about this turn of events for almost an hour.
Did I figure some wiggle room into the construction line of credit we have at the bank? Of course I did, I'm not stupid, I know there will be costs and things that come up that I wasn't counting on. However, I called siding dude a week and a half ago to double triple quadruple check that the document I had with the bid is the check I was going to have to write when all is said and done.

"Yes, our bids are not a penny more or less than we put down on that paper." The only variable on price we discussed was whether or not we'd need a house wrap, which we didn't, but that would have been a $500 cost I was prepared for if we needed it.

So, anyway, I've been stewing. I call hubby at work and explain what happened. I also ask if it's OK for me to handle it because I feel, by this time, somebody needs to know that the customer, ME, is unhappy. (Not to get hubby's permission as such, but to refrain from going off half cocked to somebody I should be nice to because they are also customers of ours...small town life - gotta be careful about business relationships.) I'm a very easy to please and flexible individual. I compensate for oversights when the situation warrants it. You all should know if you've read here awhile, I'm damn nice! I'm a nice nice person!

But.

Don't tell me I owe you another grand when you just told me last week I won't owe you "a penny more or a penny less" than the bid, because I will rip your head off and sh*t down your neck.

Hubby gives me the green light to make an unpleasant phone call to the siding company. He also says, "Be as nice as you can" because he knows how I get when I feel I have been treated unfairly. I will assume, at this point, that most of the customers they deal with are guys. That might be sexist, but the way the phone call went, it does confirm my assumption.

I call and talk to the main guy at the siding company. I preface the conversation by telling him I'm a bit upset about what had happened earlier with the shutters for the house and explain my conversation with siding sales dude.

I also add, "Now, I want to let you know that I'm going to try to stay calm but I'm a girl and I get upset and carried away so bear with me." I felt it only prudent to warn the poor guy if I lost my sh*t. I spew forth my unhappiness with the situation and he kept saying he'd get to the bottom of it, and sales dude could check his paperwork, etc etc. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he has much shorter conversations with guys who call and even though I was as calm and pleasant as I could be, I also conveyed the fact that I was pissed. And, poor guy wanted to get off the phone with me ASAP.

About 45 minutes later, sales guy calls me from his cell and says he found the paperwork and I WAS RIGHT. The shutters were factored into the bid. And I said, "So we're all good now, right? Because you had me freaking out earlier." We're good.

I handled it. Calmly, but I also expressed that this situation wasn't right and I wasn't going to bend over, either. I'm pretty pumped, to tell the truth, because there's a fine line between being reasonable and standing up for yourself.

Was it really in his paperwork? Or did the boss tell him they were going to eat the thousand bucks because they had an unhappy customer? I don't know. I don't care. But I'm not paying it and that's all that matters.

Because, seriously, if you want me to pay you the equivalent of a month and a half of groceries, you'd better have a damn good reason. Don't. Piss. Me. Off.