While a shoe addict is wired to see life as a series of shoe-wearing opportunities, a writer is wired to see her life unfold in metaphors.
Unsolicited, my realtor had set me up with an electrician to install pot lights, assuming I needed them. Maybe my lighting situation was just fine the way it was.
I called the electrician several times but he never called back. Annoyed, I left a message asking if he was still interested. He texted me back to say that he was busy and that I should find someone else.
OMG, did my electrician just dump me over text?
My life suddenly felt void of light. I asked friends but no one knew of an electrician that was free. I started to get worried. Was I ever going to find an electrician?
As my desperation started to mount, a friend recommended her old electrician. Sure, she had always complained about him, but I had no other options. The day before he was scheduled to come over, I received a weird cancellation voice mail from a stranger. Suspicious, I called my electrician. He didn’t realize it was me and answered. Embarrassed, he stuttered through an incoherent excuse.
“So, are you not coming over tomorrow?” I could hear in the background that he was at another job.
“It’s not going to work out,” he responded.
OMG, did my electrician just get his contractor buddy to call and dump me?
He said he’d call back to reschedule but never did. I was starting to feel very insecure about my condo’s ability to attract electricians.
Desperate, I took to the Internet and was shocked to see how many electricians that were available. Or were they? Many were not interested in my condo but I finally found one.
Could he have smelled a little better? Yes. Could he have adopted a speaking instead of a yelling voice? Yes. But he was respectful and decent and got the job done.
And that is the end of the metaphor because while I may have settled for an electrician, there are some things in life you just don’t settle for. Like a bad glass of wine, of course.
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