The Busy Family Home Estimate Tampa Window Tinting
The appointment was set earlier in the week. I gave myself enough time to be at the home at least five minutes early just in case I hit traffic.
Their garage door was open and I was greeted immediately by the husband. At first I assumed he was working on some manly project in his garage but I immediately discovered that he was simply hiding out.
The Mom greeted me holding a crying infant while two additional toddlers (were they twins?) ran screaming and banging into the furniture in a failed attempt to keep pace.
A Great Dane skidded into the room knocking over one of the toddlers just in time for Mom to explain that he was a friendly dog and wouldn't bother me aside from his head being right up to my chin.
She pointed to a set of sliders. I think I heard her say, "hot- glare-can't see TV!"
One toddler grabbed a sample card and ran off with it.
That didn't register with the tyke who started licking my sample card.
I finished measuring and tried calculating an estimate.
Grover started barking, baby kept screaming, Dad still MIA.
"I'll let you know!"
Mom shouted as I inched my butt out the door into the escape garage.
Dad stood there smiling taking a drag on his cigarette.
He nodded like we men do to each other. The look of understanding.
I chuckled and headed to the next estimate.
Their garage door was open and I was greeted immediately by the husband. At first I assumed he was working on some manly project in his garage but I immediately discovered that he was simply hiding out.
The Mom greeted me holding a crying infant while two additional toddlers (were they twins?) ran screaming and banging into the furniture in a failed attempt to keep pace.
Screaming baby, one knocked over kid crying and Dad still hiding in his garage cave.
She pointed to a set of sliders. I think I heard her say, "hot- glare-can't see TV!"
I think because I couldn't hear a word over all the noise.
I tried measuring the sliders while "Grover" pawed at me.
One toddler grabbed a sample card and ran off with it.
"Give the man back his card!" "That's the man's card- give it back" Mom pleaded.
That didn't register with the tyke who started licking my sample card.
"No problem" I told Mom. I have plenty of these cards!
I finished measuring and tried calculating an estimate.
Grover started barking, baby kept screaming, Dad still MIA.
"I'll let you know!"
Mom shouted as I inched my butt out the door into the escape garage.
Dad stood there smiling taking a drag on his cigarette.
He nodded like we men do to each other. The look of understanding.
He shrugged and said:
"Welcome to my private hell!"
"Welcome to my private hell!"
I chuckled and headed to the next estimate.
Another day in Paradise.
Posted by Mike Feldman at 11/20/2010 8:01 AM 
Categories: Humor Unusual Weird
Tags: busy family estimate
Categories: Humor Unusual Weird
Tags: busy family estimate
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