I wrote a post recently about a visit from the handsome plumber who liked my clean can. Well, I was delighted to receive a second notice just two days ago from building maintenance, informing me that the plumber would be back to "check out your leaky faucet". Apparently the handsome plumber sent a work order to the building manager that indicated a burning need for "follow-up work on her pipes" and "a more thorough inspection".
It was the sexiest work order ever written, full of clever innuendo and hot naughty suggestions. I mean, the plumber already fixed my taps, so my faucet was not leaking anymore. Surely he must have made up some lame excuse just to see me again, right?
He was scheduled to come yesterday, sometime between 8am and 5pm, so I did what any infatuated, desperate single girl would do: my hair and make-up. I changed out of my traditional home-worker uniform of a t-shirt and sweats, and put on some sexy jeans and a low-cut blouse. I was smokin' hot, and smelled totally delicious.
So imagine my utter surprise and raging disappointment when a guy who looks like this knocked on my door:
Yeah, I know.
Try not to be jealous of me.
The new and not-even-remotely-handsome plumber finished up the job in less than two minutes (typical male), grunted something I couldn't understand (probably "hey, nice ass" or something like that) , packed up his tools and left.
I wonder if he'll ever call?