March 19,
2007
Need
Repairs? Don’t Call Me
I’ve never
been what you would call a handyman. To put it another way - when
something breaks, I don’t jump right up and fix it.
Some men
and women can repair almost anything. If their cars stall in a shopping
center, they just pop the hoods, jump out, fiddle with a few wires and
bingo! The vehicles are purring again.
If my car
stalls at shopping mall, I jump out, hail a cab to take me home and then
I call an auto mechanic.
My go-to
guys for non-automotive-related crises are my sons-in-law Steve and
Tom. Steve is a really nice guy. He’s also a plumber. Tom is a really
nice guy, too. He’s also a carpenter.
“Hey really
nice guy,” I said the other day after dialing Steve’s number. “How are
things going? And how about those Browns, huh?”
“Your
toilet’s plugged again, isn’t it?” he asked.
“How did
you know?”
“Call it a
wild guess,” he replied.
As always,
I tried to defend my actions. “I’m sorry,” I told Steve, “but you know
how I hate to mess with anything electrical.”
“Bob,” he
said, “a toilet doesn’t run on electricity. Don’t touch anything. I’ll
be right over.”
After my
wife Sally and I downsized and moved into a smaller house, Tom phoned
every day to see if we needed anything done.
Then, after
we asked him to install light fixtures, fix a garage door, move lawn
furniture and fill a sandbox that’s roughly the size of Miami Beach with
sand, the calls mysteriously stopped.
In fact,
the last time we phoned his house just to chat with our two
grandchildren, we heard a recorded message that said, “Hello, you have
reached Tom’s residence. Unfortunately Tom is out of the country. Please
leave a message and he will return your call as soon as he gets back
from Switzerland. Have a nice day.”
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