I got a cellphone call at the Heating and Air Conditioning supplier last week, then a little girl said she had found the number in her mommy’s cellphone book, and she wanted some help.
I was afraid she had called the Heating and Air Conditioning corporation, thinking it was a dentist.
I could picture a little girl home alone and the Dad was sick. I asked her what was wrong, hoping I could help. She said her dolly was sick, and she was afraid it was because the a/c machine quit working. Her doll had ‘amsa’, which I realized she meant was asthma, and without the a/c working, the air purity plan wouldn’t work. I asked her to give me her cellphone number, and she said her mommy would be mad if she gave me the number. I asked for her address, but once again she said that her mommy would be mad. She wouldn’t even give me her name. I asked the secretary if she had cellphone ID on her switchboard. She pulled up the number and gave it to me. Once the little girl hung up, I called the number. The woman who answered had to be her mom. It was really the babysitter, and she sounded frustrated that the little girl had called the Heating and Air Conditioning corporation. I asked for the address and said I would be there in numerous hours. It took me numerous hours to ‘fix’ the a/c and air purity plan for the little girl. She handed me a penny she had in her pocket and asked if it would pay the bill?
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