The Yuletide Log

Well Merry whatever you celebrate at this time of the year! It's been almost a year since I've even looked at this blog...now I figured I had wrote all I could on customer experiences, but low and behold I had myself a winner today. I pull up to this singlewide today, now we've had many days of rain in our area over the past 2 weeks, so EVERYTHING around this place was either mud or just standing water. I get to the house and this yappy Pomeranian was going nuts. Then I hear my customer yelling "be quite Cuddles!" You named this loud, rabid, shaking, lint ball Cuddles?! To each his own I guess...So I slop thought their yard to get to the phone box around back, only to be met by the smell of human waste with a hint of cow. I find that the problem is going inside the trailer. About that time the lady comes out the back door, I explain that the trouble is inside. I asked her once I disconnected the troubled wire to check her phones inside to see which ones were working. She came back and told me all of them except her bedroom phone and the one in the bathroom(yes people still to this day have a phone in their bathroom). After about 20 minutes of trying to test this line, I determined that I just needed to replace the wire all together. I grab the tools from my van to start this procedure, all the while tracking mud from her backdoor to the bathroom. Now after a few tries of going from underneath her trailer(as far as I would under that mud pit), back into the bathroom trying to work the glow rod thru, I came back into the trailer and find that the bathroom door is shut. I look at the misses and she says "He's in there, it is morning you know..." WTF do you mean he's in there? So you're telling me that your husband knows I'm working in that room and still proceeded to go in there to drop the Cosby kids off at the super bowl?! Now I'm not sure if it's just me, or does this sound a little rude/gross to anyone else? So as I wait outside for him to finish his morning constible, I hear water gushing from underneath the trailer. Low and behold I just figured out where that human waste smell was coming from, that pipe went to a cow field behind this country castle. So this sound was my cue letting me know the Mr. has finished his early morning exercises. As I opened the backdoor the wife was there spraying some kind of flowery Lysol product. 30 minutes later and almost passing out from holding my breath, the job was complete. I'm guessing the moral to this story is, purchase a cordless phone instead of making someone repair a phone in your latrine.