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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I did not call a plumber

This morning a man came to my door. It was much too early and my brain was not all there. First off I was still asleep so he had to knock on the door or rather I should say bang on the door twice before I got up. Not thinking I just opened the door with out finding out who it was. My thought was, "opps that was dumb." It was a plumber. I was so annoyed because I knew no one had called a plumber and this could not be right. I'm sure my face gave my feeling of annoyance away. He then added to my aggravation because he thought it would be a great idea to call me little lady every time he refered to me. I asked him what he wanted and then I also noticed that he had parked in my driveway. My aggravation level only rised as he then continued to call me little lady and explain to me that I had in fact called a plumber and that I should have known he was coming so early. We then actually stood there basically arguing on whether or not I had called a plumber. Something I feel I may have known had I actually done it. And finally, I kid you not, he became annoyed as well, because I wouldn't let him in and he ACTUALLY asked me if the man of the house was home. In my brain I then pushed him backwards down the stairs behind him. In reality I laughed ackwardly and told him and that we don't want a plumber so go away. We then came around to him reading from his notes and he said to me, "Is this not 1234 (my house number)?". I said, "yes it is". And he said, "And this is Edison Street." (he actually stated it like fact) And I said, "Wrong". And closed the door. I feel as though I won.

2 comments:

tiffanie said...

little lady, never talk to a man like that. just push him down the stairs from the start!

blake said...

ask to see his pipe wrench, and then whack him over the head with it and call the police.

on second thought, don't ask to see his pipe wrench . . .