The electricians
With my brand new diploma in my pocket, I went through the umpteenth autumn rain in the direction of my first customer. A little nervous, though, so I had the most sensible and nonsensical things in my bus to be prepared for anything and everything. To name just one example: I had both detergent (for indoor) and terrace cleaner (for outdoor) with me, and although there may be something to say for that, this combination is somewhat remarkable for an electrician.
My first client had a problem with her phone line, some strange sounds were heard during the conversations and the woman of the house was afraid that there were hijackers on the line who were booting her phone bill. The telephone service had already found their line perfect, so the problem had to be found and solved in the house. In short, a piece of cake and thus a butt to my hand.
Madame opened the door and I was led into the house that smelled remarkably of roast meatballs.
'Don't mind the air and the mess, sir, 'cried madam as she noticed my sniffing movements, 'I'm trying out a new recipe, with extra onion and double egg yolk. '
I shrugged, as far as I was concerned, she could go her way, if I could.
