The estimator looked over our swimming pool It was well past its prime. He was there to give us a price on removing it. A demolition job. He walked around, looked about. Then he glanced up at our house. He said he could throw that in for a little extra. OK, it could use some paint. But I passed on the offer. We didn’t need a place to swim, but we liked the idea of having a roof over our heads. Perhaps he thought we were selling out, ready to move.