Dear Maintenance Man,
I thought we were friends.
Remember that little conversation we had about the birds – how that red bird has made both of my birdhouses his home? Remember how you helped me carry my laundry to my door when you were cleaning the walkway the other day (and how I didn’t complain about the ear-splitting noise of your machine, even though Remy the Cat was completely freaked out)?
You even tamed the vicious sprinkler for me, the one that decimated my succulents and flooded my porch. Our parking lot is still a river every time it rains, but I bought some golashes, so I can deal with that.
But seriously? Our sink’s garbage disposal has been broken since Sunday, when we called you. I sincerely appreciate you coming by on Monday and letting yourself in to the apartment while my friend and I were sweating to Thirty Day Shred. I really thought you would come back, especially since I asked you to return in twenty minutes and you said you would.
But, you didn’t come. It’s getting increasingly difficult to move around the dirty dishes we can’t rinse in our backed up sink; the sink, by the way, is now a nice shade of orange from where the ravioli residue crept toward its eventual death.
Call me crazy, but since I very clearly said, “Please come back in twenty minutes,” I did not expect for my husband to get a phone call saying you attempted service twice, and that I told you to come back both times, especially since this is not how it went down.
I thought we were friends. Of course, if you resolve this soon, I am willing to forgive you, since I would miss those chats about the red bird and the extra hand with my laundry. When you come, just watch out for Remy the Cat. He tends to greet people at the door, and if you’re not careful, he may just run for his life out that door. If you lose our cat, I think our friendship will be forever ruined.
So! Thanks in advance, Mr. Maintenance Man,
The Girl in 134 West