It’s a funny thing about technology. Sometimes, it can improve your life in new and unexpected ways. Like with a cell phone. We all know about its basic function: On the fly communication with people all over the world. But just recently, I was exonerated by the very device! Not something I expected.
I have a seriously leaky faucet in my kitchen. And when I say “seriously,” I mean it isn’t dripping. It’s running! So I called the new landlord agent and got a girl on the phone who I immediately found suspect. She had already fucked up the Click Pay changeover and never heard of the book “Fire and Fury” (which I’m now reading). Your basic dumbbell if you will – was my impression.
Anyway…the woman successfully noted my cell number and told me the plumber would call sometime the next morning to make an appointment. Not all that surprisingly, the call never came. About noon the next day, I phoned her to note “I hope your plumber fixes leaks better than he keeps appointments because the dude never showed.” To which she responded “He was there for an hour and you didn’t answer. He’s billing me for his time!” in an accusatory tone. I knew this to be complete bull shit because I was home all day until 5 o’clock. How could I ever convince this idiot that I was not at fault?
Now here’s where today’s technology – in the form of my cell phone – saved the day! “Nobody called me yesterday. Somebody’s full of crap here. I got a hundred bucks that says when you look at my missed calls from yesterday, you will not find any from you or the plumber! Did you give him the correct number?” I demanded.
Once again, she brought up the issue of the plumber billing the agent on a dry run and then dismissed herself to see if she could get him to double back. Two hours later (after feeding the homies), I called back to speak with a subtly contrite landlord/agent who promised me she’d take care of the situation ASAP.
No doubt, the moron discovered the communication error (more than likely hers from the sound of her voice) and opted out of the hundred dollar bet. Exoneration! And all because of a cell phone. Sweet! In the meantime, nobody showed yesterday so the faucet is still running. Whatever! It’s the owner’s water bill not mine. Still, I want it fixed as we all know…running water is a wonderful playground for critters.