Well, the Sears guy came today. I showed him the fridge and opened it to show him where the little numbers pad thing had dashes instead of numbers. He reached up, pushed the arrow buttons that turned the fridge colder/hotter, and the fridge magically turned on again.
As he worked we chatted with him. "Where do you girls work?" he asked us.
"I work at Basin, and she works for Disney World." Erin responded. "Where do you work?"
The Sears repair guy just stared at us.
The sad thing is, our blond roommate wasn't even home.
At least we made the repair guy laugh.
2 comments:
My little airhead. I wonder where that gene came from?
Don’t feel bad about it, Dianna. You called the repair guy because you didn’t have an idea of what could've gone wrong with your fridge. I believe that is a wise decision, because the problem would have been worse if you tried to fix it yourself and accidentally did more harm than good. At least, you were able to make repair guy smile. Haha!
Lashon Cheatham @ All About Air
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