It’s a wrap

So I finally bribed Oven Man to return to finish the repair he started a week and a half ago.  (If you haven’t read why, see here and here, I promise, it’s worth your time).   This time I was prepared for his arrival.  Bear was at work so there was no possibility of a tidy-whitey sighting. 

I had the front blinds open, so I happened to see him pull up out front.  Wow!  On time again!  The first time he pulled up in front of the house and walked briskly to the door…well, he got an eyeful.  So this time, he must have brushed up on his How to Prepare the Half-Naked Client Handbook, version 4.0.   As I waited for him to approach to door, my phone rang.  Figures, right?  That stuff always happens at once.  But when I answered it was Oven Man letting me know he was here.  I waved to him from the window where he could clearly see me talking on the phone to him.   

And I waited.  And stared at him.  He wasn’t on the phone or doing anything that made him look busy.  Just sitting and staring down the street.  For 5 minutes.  Whatever.

As I turned to walk into the kitchen, he started honking the horn.  Seriously?  Did a child venture in front of his parked truck?  Was a bird mercilessly beating his windshield with it’s head?  Maybe a car was careening down the road heading right for him.  I rushed back to the window with morbid curiosity.  And on the last honk, all he was doing was staring through the window at me.  

“YES!  I KNOW YOU ARE HERE!  ALL FRUIT OF THE LOOM APPAREL HAS BEEN STASHED!”   

With that, he finally got out of the truck and came to the door.  Ha freakin’ Ha. 

The oven is fixed.