Recently while I was in deep meditation, the Force sent me this memory.. 

   Many years ago, I went on a dryer call in little town called Boca Raton Florida. The cute little Spanish housekeeper met me at the door and showed me the dryer. The homeowners were not there.  She spoke very little English but enough to get by. The dryer had a bad element that I didn't carry at the time so I had to order a new one. She was nice but she was genuinely disappointed that she would have wait for the part, almost as if it were her own dryer we were dealing with.
     When I returned with the part she was very happy to see me. She was wearing tan shorts and a frilly white top. While I installed the part she told me how she took he employers laundry home with her and washed it in her machines. After I installed the element I ran the dryer a while to make sure everything was OK.   When she put her hand in the dryer and felt the heat she acted very happy indeed,  again almost as if it were her own dryer.   I know what you are thinking. Of course I made sure there was no airflow problem on the previous visit.  I filled out my invoice and packed up while she went back to her business.
    I met her in the mirrored foyer and asked her to sign my invoice. She said she was so happy the dryer was fixed that she wanted to give me a tip. She started rummaging through her purse and couldn't find anything to give me. Then she got this look in her eye, just for an instant. Almost as if a light bulb had just gone off in her head. Then she took my clipboard and put it on this little round table only a little more than knee high. I'm sure tables like that have some kind of name but I don't know what they are called. 
    Then she arches her back kind of and bends over the little table to sign the invoice. She's in front of me bent over. I can see right down her frilly white top. There is a mirror behind her. Those shorts were perfect There I am getting a shot right out of a magazine. Her eyes were on the invoice. She stayed like that talking while she signed. She seemed to be taking a long time. 
    Being a professional, normally when I'm on the job and there is even a remote chance that I might see down a customer's blouse I make it a point to be looking the other way. This time it was different. Then it occurred to me “This must be my tip”. So.. I took it all in boys. I studied every lovely curve. She was beautiful. Then she stood up. I looked her in the eye, smiled and said “thank you”. She said “You're welcome” and smiled. Then we both said “adios” and went back to work. .

Last edited on Sat Mar 18th, 2006 09:16 by Jedi Appliance Guy

Last edited on Fri Apr 13th, 2007 08:16 by Keinokuorma