I would say that the best way to describe the way I dress is modest. I generally don't wear tight fitting clothes, or plunging necklines (despite the fact that I have a great "pair", or "the twins" as my husband likes to call them).
Well, something must have come over me the other weekend, because I went out of the house in a tight fitting, low cut tank top. Plus, it had a built-in push up bra in it. My old man was pleased with the results and said it looked good so I went out.
Stop one: pick up my sewing machine from service. The guy who worked on it was more then happy to spend a lot of extra time with me showing me what to oil, where, and when, so I wouldn't have the same problems I had to take it in for service for anymore.
Stop two: hardware store. Ladies, if you want service at a hardware store, I have two words for you: show em.
You see, the sink in our guest bathroom has been leaking. OK, pouring water may be a better description.
I'm a pretty handy gal so I decided that I would just change out the faucet myself. Me and the twins toddle over to plumbling supplies.
OK, there are two types of faucets, ones with a pop up and ones without. What's a pop up I wonder? (It's the little thing that controls opening and closing the drain, fyi.) Well, I had to find a salesman to tell me this. I find one me and the twins wait our turn.
Was it just me, or was he rushing to finish up with the customer he was helping?
While I waited I was looking through one of those "Do it Yourself" plumbing books.
The salesman finally finished up and eagerly offered to help me. I explained what I wanted to do and asked about the pop up thingie.
Well, never before have I had such service. He did everything but push my cart through the aisles. He put the faucet in the cart, found me plumbers putty, teflon tape, replacement supply lines, and new shut off valves. He put it all in my cart. He then spent quite a bit of time explaining the procedure to my breasts, promising that I wouldn't need that silly book and if I had any problems, I should feel free to call him. Anytime. Was there anything else he could help me with? At all? Ever?
Posted by beth at July 28, 2003 11:09 AMC'mon over, Beth. Pool's just the right temp. And there are a few kitchen utensils way in the back of the bottom cabinets that I can really get to, you know, 'cause I have bad knees and all.
And say to your lovely husband Chuck for me. He outta town this week?
-Mr. Amaya
Posted by: Mr. Amaya at July 28, 2003 07:04 PMOn my way dear. Have Viv wait in the driveway to wave me in.
xx
Posted by: beth at July 28, 2003 10:24 PMThose things (boobs) are POWER. No matter what people say. That's why I've grown a pair of my own. They don't work as well as women's breasts, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I don't wear the right bra.
Posted by: Gavin at July 29, 2003 10:23 PM