Today the maintenance guys came to our duplex to do some painting and repairs. Don’t get me wrong – I am totally thankful for these guys and very glad that they’re willing to come and fix up my house… but I just have to share.
I was home to greet them this morning, but I left and they worked in our empty home today. When I got home this evening, my roommate pointed at the note they left, which indicated that they’d be back tomorrow to finish up. I happened to glance at the back of the note, and realized that it was from this pad of bunny paper that I had in my bedroom (which is the only bedroom on the first floor, thus closest to the rooms where repairs were being done).
“What? This is from my room. They had to go into my room to get this piece of paper,” I said.
“Yeah, well they just went into the closest room. Was your door open?”
“Yes, but they didn’t ask. It’s the principle of the thing. If they wanted to go into my room, I totally would have said yes… but it’s a little strange that they just went in.”
“Well, they needed paper, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I paused, then said, “Well, I notice that they avoided using the bunny side of the paper. They went for the plain white side. But they wrote it in purple pen. Hey, that’s my pen, too!!”
Anyway. I know this is not a big deal, but it’s just funny to me that they felt free enough to do that. I thought of this Norman Rockwell painting:
Funny! And I love the Rockwell painting — perfect!
It reminds me of a time in my childhood when I was sick and staying home from school. I must have been in my teens because I was home by myself. Anyway, I was languishing in bed, half asleep, and I heard someone come in the front door. I kind of froze, wondering who it was, because I knew Mom and Dad were both at work. Then I figured out that it must be the eggman delivering our eggs (…don’t even ask). I was laying very still in bed, waiting for him to leave, but then I heard him come into the hall and go into our bathroom — which he proceeded to use! He flushed and left the house shortly after. I was in shock! It’s a good thing he was a sweet old man — but I never felt quite the same about him afterwards.
–Mom
By: JanaG on February 4, 2009
at 1:21 pm
That’s kind of creepy! Granted I’m always rather suspicious of repair men and any such strange men in the house (ever seen Eye For An Eye? It will freak you out for life) despite how nice they actually may be.
By: Lindsey on February 4, 2009
at 4:56 pm
Mom – your story is way creepier than mine. Also, was John Lennon your eggman?
By: anneghormley on February 5, 2009
at 9:32 am
Kookookachoo.
By: Bethany on February 5, 2009
at 3:31 pm