The Return of the Dancing Handyman
The dancing handyman returned yesterday. I had told him to come after 10am so he agreed to come at 10am. Not, what I met but I said ok I can work with that. Since I homeschool my son, we could get a little work done before he came. I am waiting and waiting and 10 comes and goes and then 11 comes and goes. I said to myself this is ridiculous and called the landlord and asked him what the hold up was with this handyman. He informed me that he was supposed to be there by that time and he would call him. I waited some more and did some more math with my son, the one subject he doesn't like now since we are working on long division story problems, and I can't much blame him, but there were waiting. And more waiting.
Then we heard a loud car outside of the window that pulled up in front of the house. It sounded like it needed a new muffler or a new something because it was louder then a car or truck needed to be. My son looked out the window and he said to me in a loud voice that he was here, the dancing handyman. He said he was in a different truck and had a hat on his head. My son loves to give blow by blow descriptions of what people look like and are wearing these days. I think it is from the descriptive sentences that we are practicing now for school so he has taken that and applied it to his real life descriptions of everyone he sees. After he described what he was wearing all the way to his shoes we heard footsteps coming up the steps. A few seconds later a knock on the door.
Standing there was the dancing man with tools in hand and a spray can to spray the color back on the tub, a second or third coat, I can't remember which one it is now. So, he got to work immediately on the tile by the front door which looks like the kitchen tile. The tile he put near the entrance is a cheaper but new version of the one on the kitchen floor. I really never understood why the carpet never extended all the way to the front door like most houses but I am not interior designer so I just went with it.
So, he is trying to cut tiles, measure with his hands and by sight the patch in front of the door and after running out of tile twice he finally gets it right. He then starts jumping up and down on the tile to make sure it was secure, I am guessing, and then takes out a hammer an then pounds it for a finishing touch. He then proceeds to go to the bathroom with his can of yellow spray and starts spraying the tub again. The fumes filled up the house again and made him almost run outside for air again. He says in his broken English that he has to go and get something from his truck.
During that time I had called the landlord to ask if he was supposed to fix the floor in front of the bathroom again. I really hated asking but I really didn't need the dancing handyman to come back too many more times to disrupt my mornings. The landlord informed me that he was and said to remind him. I told the landlord that he can't understand me too well that maybe he should call and tell him about the floor. After the handyman returns from his truck I tell him to call the landlord about the floor near the bathroom. Why did I do that?
I could just kick myself because it happened again. He told me that the floor is for walking and he went back to the hallway and he started pacing up and down on the floor back and forth for a few minutes and kept saying the floor, the floor, over and over again. So, then he shuffled his feet again it looked like he was half trying to jump off the floor but couldn't exactly get his feet too far off the ground. A spin later, yes, a spin, like you spin around doing a dance move on the dance floor, which in this case was the hallway floor.
I just shook my head and in agreement with his dance moves and he tipped his hat, the baseball cap he was wearing, and said he was going to call the landlord later and left. All I can say is that I guess if he has to come several times to do three little jobs at least he is entertaining. I get a free dance show every time he comes. Even though he is far from Fred Astaire or dancing with the stars.
Then we heard a loud car outside of the window that pulled up in front of the house. It sounded like it needed a new muffler or a new something because it was louder then a car or truck needed to be. My son looked out the window and he said to me in a loud voice that he was here, the dancing handyman. He said he was in a different truck and had a hat on his head. My son loves to give blow by blow descriptions of what people look like and are wearing these days. I think it is from the descriptive sentences that we are practicing now for school so he has taken that and applied it to his real life descriptions of everyone he sees. After he described what he was wearing all the way to his shoes we heard footsteps coming up the steps. A few seconds later a knock on the door.
Standing there was the dancing man with tools in hand and a spray can to spray the color back on the tub, a second or third coat, I can't remember which one it is now. So, he got to work immediately on the tile by the front door which looks like the kitchen tile. The tile he put near the entrance is a cheaper but new version of the one on the kitchen floor. I really never understood why the carpet never extended all the way to the front door like most houses but I am not interior designer so I just went with it.
So, he is trying to cut tiles, measure with his hands and by sight the patch in front of the door and after running out of tile twice he finally gets it right. He then starts jumping up and down on the tile to make sure it was secure, I am guessing, and then takes out a hammer an then pounds it for a finishing touch. He then proceeds to go to the bathroom with his can of yellow spray and starts spraying the tub again. The fumes filled up the house again and made him almost run outside for air again. He says in his broken English that he has to go and get something from his truck.
During that time I had called the landlord to ask if he was supposed to fix the floor in front of the bathroom again. I really hated asking but I really didn't need the dancing handyman to come back too many more times to disrupt my mornings. The landlord informed me that he was and said to remind him. I told the landlord that he can't understand me too well that maybe he should call and tell him about the floor. After the handyman returns from his truck I tell him to call the landlord about the floor near the bathroom. Why did I do that?
I could just kick myself because it happened again. He told me that the floor is for walking and he went back to the hallway and he started pacing up and down on the floor back and forth for a few minutes and kept saying the floor, the floor, over and over again. So, then he shuffled his feet again it looked like he was half trying to jump off the floor but couldn't exactly get his feet too far off the ground. A spin later, yes, a spin, like you spin around doing a dance move on the dance floor, which in this case was the hallway floor.
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