… “Ms. Dellgirl. And it is going to cost an ‘arm-and-a-leg’ to fix it. I can get your parts in two days and I can have your air running like new in a week. "
"Gulp!" He lost me at “broke”. I tried to remain calm and ladylike as he tried to gently utter the “arm-and-a-leg” part. My heart skipped a beat or two or three and my pulse almost jumped the track as it raced to catch up with my run-away mind.
I gulped, hopefully un-noticed, as I gathered my wits about me and replied as calmly as I could. “Okay, son”, since he was about the age of some of my kids.
“Just write me an estimate of the damages and what it’s going to cost. I’ll get with Mr. PaPa-dellgirl and see what we can come up with. I’ll give you a call as soon as I know what we’re going to do.”
He had a pained look on his face as he said, “Well now, don’t you worry too much. We can work something out.”
I replied with an equally pained look on my face, “Yea, like which arm and which leg I’ll have to use to pay for this, huh?”
He chuckled shyly, “Nawww, Ms. dellgirl.” But, I was as serious as a heart attack.
He wished me well as I saw him to the door and he said with much concern that he would wait for my call before he took on any other jobs.
I had barely closed the door and turned the key in the lock before my alternate personalities popped out like bullets from a Colt-45 pistol. Me, myself, and I … together again…for the first time in a long while.
- gonna cost an ‘arm-and-a-leg’!?
- get my parts in two days?!
- have my air running in a week?!?!
What do you think happened next?
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