Dancing Handy Man
I have seen a lot of things over my 50 years on this earth and being from the Bay Area I have seen a lot of people doing funny things, weird things and just things that leave me shaking my head. Today I saw something that fits into one of those categories, which one I am not sure.
Today, I get a call from my landlord, whom, I am trying to change and move sooner then later, so he calls and asks about repairs that he told me he wasn't going to make last week, but apparently this week he changed his mind, he changed it because of the almighty dollar, so he figured he should make repairs because he knows no matter who lives here after we move that he his going to have to make them anyway and in the meantime he wants to keep collecting rent. So, he asked if I was going to be home and if I was he was going to send someone to fix some of the stuff that needs to be fixed. I told him fine send whomever over. I had a picture in my mind of whom that person would be, someone who didn't know beans from bones but works for cheap. That is what usually happens and that is why he has to make the very same repairs over and over again. But, that is his choice.
So, one hour passed since his phone call, then another hour and I was just getting ready to pick up the phone and ask where this person was. Then the knock on the door. I heard someone on a phone talking on the porch before the knock on the door and this voice sounded so very familiar. I said oh no, aloud and my mom asked if that was the same person she thought it was too. I said I do think so.
I opened the door slowly and there he was. Standing right there on the porch smiling, the same person whom had "fixed" the floor last year. He didn't know what he was doing and told the landlord he didn't in his broken English. He has a thick accent, and speaks in incomplete sentences. I can only understand maybe two words of a sentence he tries to tell me. My mom tries to help in the translation but she doesn't speak his language either.
So, here we are face to face yet again. And he said that the landlord sent him over but he doesn't know what he is supposed to do. I try my best to explain using hand jesters along with words to show and tell him what was wrong and needed fixing. He stood there shaking nodding his head in agreement to what I was telling him. To my surprise he got the first two tasks done with no problems but when it came to the floor by the bathroom, which is sinking a bit and needs something to fill in the hole there, he looked confused and kept saying the floor over and over. I kept saying yes the floor and showed him the best I could what I thought was under the carpet, showed him by walking on it and almost sinking. He tried too. Then he looked confused again. I didn't know what else to say so I tried one more time walking and pointing to the floor. So, he smiles and then just when I think that he got it finally he says to me something like the floor is for walking. He tried to explain in his broken English that he knew the floor was for walking and walking and then he mentioned something like wear and tear and this time I had the confused looked on my face. I tried to call the landlord thinking perhaps he could tell him better. I got voice mail.
So, I turned around to try one more time and he said the floor and walking again and then he started dancing. He started doing the cha-cha. Back and forth dancing the cha-cha like he was on Dancing with the Stars with an invisible partner. By then I could only laugh and shake my head. By the time his cha-cha was over the landlord called back and I explained to him that I couldn't make him understand to fix the floor and he was now doing the cha-cha. After a brief conversation with the landlord the guy said that he would be back tomorrow for the floor.
After he left my mom and I both just laughed out loud. Today we had seen and heard it all once again. The dancing handy man.
Today, I get a call from my landlord, whom, I am trying to change and move sooner then later, so he calls and asks about repairs that he told me he wasn't going to make last week, but apparently this week he changed his mind, he changed it because of the almighty dollar, so he figured he should make repairs because he knows no matter who lives here after we move that he his going to have to make them anyway and in the meantime he wants to keep collecting rent. So, he asked if I was going to be home and if I was he was going to send someone to fix some of the stuff that needs to be fixed. I told him fine send whomever over. I had a picture in my mind of whom that person would be, someone who didn't know beans from bones but works for cheap. That is what usually happens and that is why he has to make the very same repairs over and over again. But, that is his choice.
So, one hour passed since his phone call, then another hour and I was just getting ready to pick up the phone and ask where this person was. Then the knock on the door. I heard someone on a phone talking on the porch before the knock on the door and this voice sounded so very familiar. I said oh no, aloud and my mom asked if that was the same person she thought it was too. I said I do think so.
I opened the door slowly and there he was. Standing right there on the porch smiling, the same person whom had "fixed" the floor last year. He didn't know what he was doing and told the landlord he didn't in his broken English. He has a thick accent, and speaks in incomplete sentences. I can only understand maybe two words of a sentence he tries to tell me. My mom tries to help in the translation but she doesn't speak his language either.
So, here we are face to face yet again. And he said that the landlord sent him over but he doesn't know what he is supposed to do. I try my best to explain using hand jesters along with words to show and tell him what was wrong and needed fixing. He stood there shaking nodding his head in agreement to what I was telling him. To my surprise he got the first two tasks done with no problems but when it came to the floor by the bathroom, which is sinking a bit and needs something to fill in the hole there, he looked confused and kept saying the floor over and over. I kept saying yes the floor and showed him the best I could what I thought was under the carpet, showed him by walking on it and almost sinking. He tried too. Then he looked confused again. I didn't know what else to say so I tried one more time walking and pointing to the floor. So, he smiles and then just when I think that he got it finally he says to me something like the floor is for walking. He tried to explain in his broken English that he knew the floor was for walking and walking and then he mentioned something like wear and tear and this time I had the confused looked on my face. I tried to call the landlord thinking perhaps he could tell him better. I got voice mail.
So, I turned around to try one more time and he said the floor and walking again and then he started dancing. He started doing the cha-cha. Back and forth dancing the cha-cha like he was on Dancing with the Stars with an invisible partner. By then I could only laugh and shake my head. By the time his cha-cha was over the landlord called back and I explained to him that I couldn't make him understand to fix the floor and he was now doing the cha-cha. After a brief conversation with the landlord the guy said that he would be back tomorrow for the floor.
After he left my mom and I both just laughed out loud. Today we had seen and heard it all once again. The dancing handy man.
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