We had two appointments here at our house this morning. The first one was with Tony, the salesman/estimator from Bathfitter to look at our broken shower floor. He showed up just a few moments late which was great. He arrived at our front door with a giant black duffle bag on one arm, and two giant wallpaper type binders in his other arm. He was shorter than I am, and quite chunky -- not that he can help that -- but he reminded me a bit of Humpty Dumpty. He came in the front door, introduced himself, dropped all the luggage in the entryway and followed Jerry and I into the bathroom. Jerry showed him the cracks in the shower floor.
Tony said, "You KNOW you have cultured marble in here, don't you?"
He said, "That is just a fancy name for FAKE marble!"
Okay, that was kind of rude, but we ignored it.
Kirk wasn't here very long. He left to go buy supplies, order windows and will return tomorrow. I made plans to meet Phylly for lunch because Jerry was very busy, and he didn't know if he could go to lunch with me or not. But when he saw me leaving to go have lunch with Phylly, he decided to come along in his car and then go to work. So we met Phylly at The Olive Garden. If you read my blog much, you may remember the last time Phylly and I ate there, we had a waiter named Justin. Justin shows up and is very nice and friendly, but then you never see him again. So when I got to The Olive Garden desk, I asked for them to please NOT have Justin wait on us. The girl looked at me with one of those looks like she knew EXACTLY why I was saying that. I didn't have to explain.
Jerry, Phylly and I followed the girl to our table. We sat down. Then the cutest guy you ever saw came up to our table. He had one of those beards that looks like he just didn't shave for about 3 days -- trimmed around the edges. He was VERY handsome. I noticed his name badge said his name was "Heath". I blabbered something about what a NICE name that was and how it sounded like a movie star's name, and, oh, BTW, you are cute enough to BE a movie star. Jerry and Phylly looked at each other as if to say, OMG, there she goes again! I told him I hoped he gave us good service, and then I would REALLY think he was awesome. Phylly told him that was true -- that I really did like good service.