Last year Mr. Radical and I had a truck break. It wasn’t a crisis because it was our backup vehicle. We had been on the fence about what to do with it. The break tipped the scales in favor of selling. But winter was approaching so we decided to hold onto the vehicle until the spring when it would be a better time to sell.
Spring has come and it’s time to prep the truck to get rid of it. I decided to clean it out today. Over the winter the truck had became a temporary storage locker. Cleaning it out today I found the tell tale signs of a pack rat. I’ll spare you the details of the ensuing clean up but it was gross, nasty work.
In the midst of me cleaning up this huge mess my phone rang. Mind you I was wearing an air mask, hat, gloves and old clothes for this task. But reflex kicked in before logic and I answered the phone.
It was one of my regulars asking to arrange a call. I had at least another hour of clean up so I told him I was running an errand and couldn’t talk. He can be the whiny type and today was no exception. The pleading and the whining kicked in which did no favors to my already grouchy mood.
He kept asking what I was doing that was more important than talking to him. I should have made up an excuse like laundry or dishes. But I didn’t. Instead I told the truth. The whole gross, dirty truth of cleaning up a pack rat’s mess.
Thankfully my whiny regular took it well. Laughter replaced his pleadings. He said he understood I was in no position to talk and would call back later.
My saving grace is that I was nice while telling him. I didn’t get bitchy and I didn’t snap. But still it was pretty unprofessional. And embarrassing on my part. After the task was done I took a hot shower, washed away all the grime and resolved to behave better in the future.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 11:43 PM CDT