Size Matters

Today was the fourth day of waiting for the Brighthouse repair person. I had feared the thin but tardy guy with the poor work ethic would show up but Tiny Tim showed up instead. Good thing, too, because I don't think I would have been polite to that other guy. As it was, this guy was also 30 minutes late. I was ready to demand another $20 off my bill but controlled myself and let my husband explain the phone problem once again. Tim was very doubtful that we would need to have a new line installed as that apparently only happens in very, very rare instances. He climbed up into the attic. He was so small I knew he would be able to fit through the rafters so I was optomistic. But then he came down from the attic so fast I was sure the huge mess up there frightened him. My husband asked if he agreed that we would need a new line. Somewhat proudly Tim said, "No, the line is fine. They just installed the wires backwards. I fixed it." Boy, was I ever glad I hadn't insulted this guy earlier. So now, knowing we had a genius in the house, I presented him with my sister's telephone problem. I even told him how one of the repair people had stuck his foot through her ceiling. He said he had heard that story. Tim thinks my sister has a bad splitter somewhere in the system. He said to request a small technician and she will probably get him. On the way out the door my husband told Tim that earlier he saw about five Brighthouse trucks up the street. Tim laughed and said, "Yeah, they are just making more mistakes I will have to correct later on". From now on I will be requesting tiny but mighty repair people.