My friend Marianne is still fighting with the Verizon guys.
Decided to go in to work after the grueling trip back and forth to Penn.
At 2:30, I left my house to find the Verizon guys digging up our
sidewalk, roping it off, and parking their truck in the street blocking
part of my driveway. My car was in my driveway, and I had to back out to
go to work.
I went out and called over to the men, telling them I
needed to go to work, saying that I worked for the city and I had to
show up. One guy said okay, but the big brute from yesterday sauntered
over, flashed me that smile again and said, "Sure! No problem." With
that he whipped up the large elastic sheeting from the sidewalk with one
hand and draped it around himself. He told the guy in the truck to move
it. Then he turned to me and said, " Only lost a second and half on the
I thanked him for his cooperation and moved toward my car. All at
once, he assumed a languid pose with the shovel and drawled, "Have a
nice day," and flashed the smile again. I got the distinct impression he
thought he was God's personal gift to women. I have a newsflash for
him: Michelangelo's David he's not!