A couple weeks ago I went to a past customer’s house to take things out of her basement. I was headed down the stairs and I caught something out the corner of my eye. It was a wooden step ladder heading my way and it hit me in the shoulder.
She screamed, “Are you all right.” (which I was) “Oh my. "Please don’t tell my husband.” - she cried over and over. “He told me to move that ladder weeks ago."
When I got done I handed her the bill. She gave me a check. I looked at the check and said, “You gave me extra?” She said, “Yes. Cuz I hit you with the ladder.” I told her that wasn't necessary, but thank you, and I’ll be back tomorrow. She looked curious and asked, “Tomorrow?” I said, “Sure. So you can hit me with the ladder again.” We laughed and laughed.
She screamed, “Are you all right.” (which I was) “Oh my. "Please don’t tell my husband.” - she cried over and over. “He told me to move that ladder weeks ago."
When I got done I handed her the bill. She gave me a check. I looked at the check and said, “You gave me extra?” She said, “Yes. Cuz I hit you with the ladder.” I told her that wasn't necessary, but thank you, and I’ll be back tomorrow. She looked curious and asked, “Tomorrow?” I said, “Sure. So you can hit me with the ladder again.” We laughed and laughed.