Just a few new shots of Henry unhappily wearing a rugby shirt I bought for him in the City this past weekend. Normally, he bolts for the door when he sees me heading towards it. He loves the backyard and wants to go out there. With his shirt on he wanted no part of being seen outside. I had to entice him to come out onto the lawn a few feet from the concrete patio. A clear display of that genetic 'pug attitude;' he does have some pride. Bless his heart, I made him do it anyway. I am thinking he is over it now.
As I have often written before here, I often have fun with the customers I work with. I want people to be comfortable with me being in their homes so I want to relate with them on some conversational level. I feel good when I leave a job and know I made the people smile.
This morning a job appeared on my phone. It was not among the ones I had paperwork for; those originally assigned to me before I left the office. It was an internet out-of-service. It was a higher priority than the other morning work I had. I immediately headed in that direction.
The home was located along a heavily traveled local highway just outside a small town. The house was atop a small hill at the end of a long curving driveway. I noticed when I pulled into the drive that the morning paper was there by the highway entrance. I stopped my work van and got out and picked up the newspaper. I carried it with me to the front porch as I rang the bell.
A very nice woman answered the door. She knew I was there for the cable as she invited me in. I handed her the paper and she said, 'That was very kind of you.' I smiled and said,'ma'am, that's because I am NOT from around here.'
Not only did she smile, she laughed; almost to the point of tears. She finally said, 'Neither are we!' She obviously 'got it.' She said, 'Isn't it sad. It's almost like they are missing some 'social' gene.' Then I laughed. Needless to say, the ice was broken quickly and we had a nice talk as I went about my business. I shared many of my observations of the local people's culture. She knew I had a good 'read' of it. It was very nice to meet her. I had fun talking with her. I left with a smile on my face; I know I made her smile, too. One of those little rewards that fuel my love of my job.
Every day is a new adventure; and I like the cool people I sometimes have the good fortune to meet. wink
Hope all's well with everyone.
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