This woman gave me the number of a handy-man she swears by. In fact, she swears by him so much she told me that if I had an extra key for the house, to give it to him so he can just come and do any repairs when they are needed. Yea, sounds like a great idea. I am going to give a man I don't know a key to my house so he can fix all the repairs I need. Yea, making an appointment for him to come is very inconvenient since we have needed one thing repaired in the past year. I told her that I do not have an extra key, plus, we have Shea here. He's not gonna let some strange man walk in to the house when we aren't home. Well, at least not with barking at him non-stop.
When I mentioned Shea the woman had a great solution for his presence: "Well, can't you put the dog in a box?" A box? Really? No, I cannot put the dog in a box. He is not a puppy that I am selling on the side of a busy street. He is my beloved pet.
Anyways, I called her preferred handy-man. He came yesterday, Friday, and got right to work. After about a half hour he came to speak to me. He needed to run to the Home Depot. He had gotten his spotlight stuck in the outlet. That is something I would do, not a handy-man.
After four hours and three trips to the Home Depot, the handy-man told me that he could not fix the bathroom sink. So, rather than having a working sink in our downstairs bathroom, we have a sink with no pipes attached to it and a wait for a plumber.
And I should give this man a key so he can fix any problem that arrises.
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