It was one thing for Suzi to nurse a wonky washing machine that would randomly refill in the middle of a cycle for no reason at all.
But when the dryer conked out, it was time to look for replacements. Once the company we bought them from found a driver — our original drop-off was canceled because they didn’t have anyone — the workmen moved the old washer and dryer out, brought the new one in …
… and then wouldn’t install the dryer. Something about the vent being clogged and worrying about a fire and them not being able to take care of it.
At this point, there was really only one thing we could do.
We had to call the Guy.
My father can build or fix just about anything — the last time I was at their house, there was an in-process stairway in the garage that he was building for someone — and since he has lived in the same small town his whole life, he knows everybody.
Therefore, everybody knows him, and they know he’s a Guy you can call on to fix a toilet, install windows, put together a staircase, build a garage — that one was a long time ago, but the garage at their neighbors’ house is his work — or whatever else you need done.
He even had a contracting side business for a while. I know that if I’m having a problem with something and it can wait until I see him again, I’d much rather him try to solve it than anyone else.
In exchange for her money, the mechanic made sure the car had four wheels, the ignition turned on, the brakes took when you hit the pedal and the lights and headlights turned on, and then he gave her a sticker allowing her to drive for the next 12 months.
That I was over at my friend Jessica’s apartment was not a surprise. We spent a lot of time together the one year we attended the same college.
That she wanted me to go somewhere with her … also not a surprise.
What was a surprise was that she wanted me to go with her to get her car inspected. You see, this garage on the outskirts of Utica was the kind of place that even someone like Jess — who pretty much feared no man and most beasts — wasn’t sure she wanted to go to alone.
At 5’9” and probably about 140 pounds at the time, I’m not sure what I could have done if there was a problem, unless I got my hands on a tire item, but I was a dude, so that was enough.
Basically, I was a Guy because I was a guy.
But it was worth it for Jess. In exchange for her money, the mechanic made sure the car had four wheels, the ignition turned on, the brakes took when you hit the pedal and the lights and headlights turned on, and then he gave her a sticker allowing her to drive for the next 12 months.
Because sometimes, the Guy can be a little sketchy.
I was very happy to write him a check, although he’s a Guy I hope to not see again soon.
Unlike the Guy who cleans our lawn every spring and fall, who was the first one to answer my call from the list Suzi gave me, I’m not sure how we found this Guy, other than that he owns a business.
He first came over when the dishwasher wasn’t working. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix the problem — buttons that wouldn’t engage on a control panel that wasn’t made anymore — so all he could recommend was a new dishwasher, but he was friendly and as helpful as he could be, so we called him about the dryer.
He came over, hooked up his machine, blew out the vent and hooked up the dryer. I was very happy to write him a check (and since having a new washer means I’m less likely to choose violence, I’m doing laundry again), but he’s a Guy I hope to not see again soon.
Does anyone besides Suzi and me …
… think this guy is a complete jerk?
What I wrote
I’ve been thinking way too much lately about how the critters around my house think. This also led to a discussion into the drinking habits of ants, because that’s how we roll.
Stuff I read
Crowns on your head are cool. Crowns like the one in Kat’s mouth are not.
Fran has an update on what’s going on in her life.
When Jeff isn’t accusing ants of being alcoholics, he’s contemplating reality … at least contemplating people contemplating reality.
(By the way, going back to Renata for just a bit, is a discussion of which insects like their booze a sitcom thing to do? And now, back to your regularly scheduled recap … .)
Mari celebrates her friend by writing her texts that she’ll never read.
At Smelly Socks and Gardens Peas, Rachel writes about a loss she waited a long time to experience.
Austin and Aaron talk about the most-famous zombie of all.
Graham’s gardening was going well, until … .
The light coming in the window inspired Kristian.
Giggles got to see her family’s dog one last time.
Becky decided she needed to upgrade her wardrobe.
There’s a selfie museum in Milwaukee. Savannah and Chad went. Naturally, there are lots of pictures.
Vee went on an exciting trip.
River’s grand idea hasn’t turned out exactly as she had hoped.
Tweets I liked
It’s great when it happens.
And the problem is …?
We all make mistakes.