Is there a moral to this story?

The purple fountain appeared at the pinnacle of our stress, downright exhaustion and frustration over the never-ending pool saga. Our pool guy (hereinafter referred to as OPG), let's leave names out of it for the time being, is the creative-type. You know what I'm talking about. Our first sign that things would not go as anticipated should have been when OPG's referrals said, "OPG does great work but is a bit of a challenge to work with". Understatement. We signed our pool contract in January with the promise of swimming in 90 days. We filled the pool on June 27th. What happened? Well, there were County issues, new pool laws that cripple and have absolutely no common sense, and OPG had some personal issues. Well, he actually landed himself in the old gray bar hotel for a while. Needless to say, you only get one phone call a day from that resort and we weren't it. Ugh. OPG finally filled the pool on June 27th-yes, that is 3 full days before our party. The fountain was the only remaining fixture - it was specially designed, custom stained (yes, he thought we would like purple) and installed on June 28th. Have you ever had a moment that borders on shock, anger and hysteria? I speed dialed my husband (he HAD to do SOMETHING) to immediately alert him of the situation. At this point, Chloe voiced her disbelief - we both were teetering - to laugh or cry? Long story short, Mike put on his best diplomatic voice and suggested to OPG that "my wife hates it, it is out of scale, not what we asked for and PURPLE for God's sake?" Feelings schmeelings, I didn't give a rat's a** about OPG's aura that day (which he fiercely protects) and I'm sure I upset it a great deal - (he tattoos his young children - I don't think his kharma is very good anyways) . As you can see from the picture posts, the fountain was replaced by a nice little serene spray that will remain. I've been trying to find the moral to this story. If you see it, let me know.