Yesterday I made 2 phone calls--one to a new handyman referred by our local lumberyard who showed up at my door a few hours later. Mr. W is a delightful middle-aged Dutchman with rosy cheeks and a hearty laugh that punctuated every other sentence. I wanted to invite him to move in with us--he embodied the grandpa of my dreams. He took notes and measurements of the projects I want done and promised to call with a quote--he knew exactly what to do to fix things around here and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when he drove off. Our last handyman ripped us off on the final job he did for us a few years back and we haven't called anyone since (aside from our plumber who is an absolute angel). The last job went over both deadline and budget. Our old handyman usually showed up hungover, hairy and wearing a t-shirt with the logo of a local "adult" video store across the back. I'd silently thank God that my boys couldn't read yet whenever he wore that shirt. It's good to feel optimistic about a new hire.
The second phone call was to "M." This is Green Girl--you did the excavating and connected us to city water last fall? Yes, well, I wondered if you could help me with patching up the lawn and level out the area where my vegetable garden is going to go--that sort of thing. Can you come by so I can walk you through the project I have in mind and then you can write up a quote? Today or Wednesday is good.
The phone rang last night (before the 9:00 hour, Jen!). It was M, he asked to speak with Mr. D. I handed over the phone and listened to Mr. D's half of the conversation. There he sat going over the details of the job I'd called him about, confirming that he'd do the work and what it might cost.
Ummmm, dude? I called you, not Mr. D. The fact that you just called back to talk specifically to Mr. D about everything we discussed leads me to draw one of two conclusions:
a) You're under the impression that Mr. D is the Alpha Male of our household and any and all planning and purchasing must get his approval. I, on the other hand, am the "little lady" who can't be trusted to handle such "important issues" as hiring a landscaper/excavator to help me complete the work of the yard I have planned. You had to call Mr. D to confirm that what I told you is what we really want.
b) You're overwhelmed by my beauty and general awesomeness and you're more comfortable talking turkey with Mr. D who is not cursed with my level of charm and brilliance. Tongue-tied in my presence, you can communicate only with Mr. D who lends the discussion no such distraction.
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