Sixty-two is a comfortable age. Most days I feel every year of it, but occasionally I believe I could still dance ’til all hours with no morning after consequences. Still other days I might as well be crocheting blankets in an assisted living facility. Such is life at 62.
Now maturity is a different matter altogether. Even though I’m nearing the 63 mark, I don’t often act or feel mature. I still enjoy roller coasters and haunted houses. I tell juvenile jokes and delight in Studly Doright’s goofy charm.
Yesterday, though, I realized that I might have turned a corner in the maturity game.
We had an issue with our satellite feed and had to call a service guy out to fix it. In retrospect, this man was extremely good looking: Tall with broad shoulders, high cheekbones, long dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, chiseled features. Kind of the whole physical package.
(Similar to the guy below, but fully clothed.)
But what did I notice during his visit? That he tracked in dirt with his size 12 boots. I was too busy cleaning up behind him to notice how hot he was until after he’d left. What the heck happened to me?
After the guy was gone I told Studly Doright how miffed I was that the service man had left dirt on my carpets. He gave me a hug and said, “That’s my girl.” I’m not sure how to take that.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I had a guy come by years ago to fix something furnace related. Made me want to cut wires after he left so I could have him come back to fix more. 🙂
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Hahaha!!!
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We had a lady plumber a year or two back – she wasn’t bad at builder’s bum
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😊
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trailed in the dirt???? Leslie, plainly you ARE in a bad way….. Worried about you girl. Worried.
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I might need a reset!
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defo…. Seriously worried about you now… xxxx
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Thoughts and prayers! 😉
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That is just too awesome! Me? I get excited because I get to talk to another adult for a few minutes. I was ready for my HVAC guy to be my new bestie when he talked to me about the fact that his aunt wrote romance novels.
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I get that, too! I’m kind of isolated out here so I am always glad to see another adult. Usually, though, the service people we see aren’t interested in chatting me up.
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I’ve had a few that are super quiet and others that have stayed around for close to an extra hour just talking (no extra charge, thank goodness!)
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The guy who serviced our air conditioning system rolled his eyes at me. Florida doesn’t have the best guys on the job.
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Wow! We ended up with an amazing company after our AC died last year. We found them after weeding through several that were absolute crap, including the one we’d been on a maintenance program with that refused to come out in the middle of a heat wave. So, I’m not sure it is just Florida and we got stupidly lucky.
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Holy cow, that photo did a lot to brighten up my dreary, rainy morning. Thanks! 😍
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Glad to be of service!
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That made me laugh. Funny how things change. Whenever my wife buys clothes, she asks how they look and I’m really thinking – “Wait, is that Linen? Because I’m going to have to watch out for that when I do laundry.”
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Ha!
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Dirt? Ummmm… no. In fact, I had a hard time reading the rest of your story after I saw that picture. Yummers!
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Ha!
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