Handyman

Last Saturday, while visiting a friend, we were just chatting about general things, you know? The usual about children, the cost of living, wishing to buy some new pair of shoes, the things us women usually talk about when we get together. We see each other from afar about once or twice a week when we meet by chance at the supermarket or as we drop off the children at school, but Saturdays we do our catching up. We moan and groan about our demanding husbands, naughty children, the neighbor’s dogs that bark in the night and in general about life and everything in it. We shared some lovely cheese cake and well brewed coffee. Just the thing to keep the tongues oiled for a nice chat.

During the discussion, I asked her about the garage door that had been giving them problems the last couple of months. Her husband kept putting off trying to fix it himself, and he was not in favor of getting anyone to come and “look at my stuff” in the garage, while fixing it. We teased him endlessly about the treasures he supposedly hides in the garage. After I asked her about the garage door, her face lit up and she said that she saw this ad at the supermarket and she tore off a piece with the cellphone number on it. She called the person and he came over the next morning, having a look at the garage door that had been giving them some trouble. The thing worked, but sometimes the motor just kept on whirring and running, long after the door is open. Then one had to get out of the car, go to the control on the wall, inside the garage, and stop the motor from there.

The minute she mentions that she’d seen the ad at the local supermarket, I knew who she was talking about. I see this handyman’s advertisement in the local newspaper every week. I see his advertisement on the notice board of the local supermarket. I’ve noticed his pickup truck on several occasions while travelling the streets of our neighborhood.

Then my friend tells me that he is quite an old guy, but with lots of talk and expertise. He let the motor overrun a few times, said he had to go look what the parts would cost, and would be back with an estimate. She thought that it would be the last of him, because she was sure that the garage door repair would be too complicated for such an old chap to fix such a modern contraption. She was pleasantly surprised when he returned about an hour later, with a very reasonable estimate. She asked him how long it would take him to fix it if she gave him the go ahead and he said that it wouldn’t take him more than the morning, which by then were already far gone. She then said, that it was fine, he could go get whatever parts it was that he needed and that he can proceed with the garage door repair. With a big toothy smile the old guy got the parts from the back of his pick-up, and started to do the fixing right there and then. Turned out that he had a hunch that she’d accept his quote, and he doesn’t believe in wasting time. Besides, if one motor acts up like this, chances are that others would too, and he likes to be prepared.

By: Jacob Vah

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