Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 18: The handyman

"Shit!" I cursed, when the water poured out all over the bathroom floor.
"Not again!"

That was the third time the water pipe broke this week, and I was starting to get really pissed at the whole situation. Quickly, I grabbed the phone and dialed the number to the plumber, and the few seconds it took for them to answer, felt like hours. And I was trying desperately, with one hand, to wrap a towel around the leaking pipe, while I was holding the phone with the other.

"Hello? Yeah, it's Dina again. Yes! And it's the same thing as last time! Yes. No! He didn't do the job properly, and now there's water all over the place! Could you hurry and send someone... I don't care! Yes, it's okay if it's just a handyman, because your so-called plumber obviously can't do his job! Just hurry and get him here, before my whole bathroom gets ruined!"

I didn't even bother to say goodbye, I just slammed the phone down, so I could use both hands to wrap the towel better around the pipe. But no matter how hard I tried, and no matter how many towels I used, it just didn't help.

"I swear to God, if they don't fix this once and for all, I'm gonna drag the goddamn manager himself here, by his collar, and force him to do the job himself! Those fucking incompetent..."

A little eternity, and a whole lot of water and cursing, my angry ranting got interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I jolted up from the floor, wringed the water out of the towel again..., and hurried to the door. And already before I looked at the person, my words came flooding out.

"Oh, thank God, you're here! It's in my bathroom, under the sink. It's leaking again and there's water all over the place, and this is the third time this week! I'm gonna haaa..."

I stopped talking, when I finally looked at the man in front of me. Two gorgeous, brown eyes studied me curiously, and his smile... Gosh, it was the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. He looked like he could be in his late twenties, and he was incredibly handsome.

"Hello to you too," he said, and giggled.
"I believe I found the right house, then?"

It suddenly occurred to me that I was already holding his elbow, prepared to pull him after me, towards the bathroom. And startled, I let go of him, and took a couple of steps back, feeling myself heating up from my toes and up to my hair roots. I was blushing alright. Tremendously!

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, and forced my eyes away from him. But it was strange, because soon after they were like glued on him again. I couldn't help but to gawk at him, and I got embarrassed beyond belief, when I noticed that he was looking at me too. In the not so ordinary way.

"I'm Michael Jackson. Where's your bathroom?" he finally asked with a little huskier voice, after several seconds of silence between us.

"Oh! The leakage! Please come, it's right this way."

I leapt ahead of him, and he followed close behind. But then, it occurred to me how soaking wet I was. My hair, my clothes. Everything. Even my makeup was probably smeared all over my face, and I thanked God I didn't normally use much. But I couldn't just run into my bedroom to change right now, no matter how badly I wanted to. So I ignored my self-consciousness, and hurried to the bathroom to try to get control of the leakage. And to be honest, it wasn't any point to change clothes before we'd managed to clean everything up, anyway. So I decided to just pretend like nothing. It probably didn't matter. To him, at least.

"Where's the main water supply?" he asked, suddenly aware of the severity of the situation.

"Oh. In the basement. The door is..."

Damn, why didn't I remember to turn off the main water line?

"Here, I'll show you."

Feeling awfully stupid, I led him down into the darkness of the basement, and the unpleasant musty smell invaded my nostrils. But I fumbled through the darkness with a little flashlight, and watched him trying to turn the water off. And with a bit of struggle, he managed.