Remember the classic cartoon from The Electric Company in which the plumber arrives at a house and knocks or rings the doorbell, and the parrot asks, "Whooo is it?" The plumber replies, "It's the plumber. I've come to fix the sink." But the parrot never says anything but "Who is it?" So the plumber becomes increasingly apoplectic that no one will let him into the house. After several go-rounds of this, the plumber collapses in a fit of rage. Then an old lady comes home, discovers him lying there, and gasps, "Who is it?" The parrot answers, of course, "It's the plumber. He's come to fix the sink." (Ba-dump!)
We had some water pipe work done in my condo building last week, which unleashed all manner of sediment in the pipes and sent the sediment into the filter dealies in our kitchen faucets, diminishing the water pressure to sad levels. One round of cleaning out the faucets last week didn't do the trick, because there was plenty more sediment remaining. So the plumbers came back yesterday to tend to our faucets. The two who came to my kitchen were an old, grizzled, seemingly dim one...and a strikingly cute young one who inspires thoughts of cheesy porn movies. Even with the mustard-gold coveralls, a matching hat, and a bulky coat, that face was obvious in its cuteness. (I bet he gets hit on a lot when he makes solo house calls.)
I was talking to Lisa on the phone after the plumbers left, when my doorbell rang. (Poetic license—the "doorbell" is actually a raucous buzzer that frightens my mother when she's here.) "Hang on a sec, Lisa. Who is it?"
"It's the plumber," said the handsome boy. "I've come to ravish you." No, wait, he didn't say that. "I've come to fix the sink." No, wait, he already fixed my sink. Actually, he said, "I need to leave a bill in the mailbox." Reality bites.
(Lisa said I had to blog about this, because she waited fruitlessly for a hot contractor when she had her home office redone last year. But Lisa's a troublemaker, she is. She used to regularly write "Fantasy Friday" posts, and I came across this one, UPS Man, in the archives. I've had the same UPS man for almost a decade, and he is kinda hot. It was embarrassing to open the door to the UPS guy after I read that story...)