As soon as I typed the word ‘handyman,’ I heard James Taylor singing it in my head.
This post is not about the song – it is about having repairmen come into your home.
I live alone. I am never fearful when I make arrangements for someone to come deliver furniture or make repairs. Why am I not afraid? I use good sense.
I deal with reputable companies – companies I have contacted, companies recommended by friends and family, not a telemarketer who solicits my business; not a door to door salesman (Why do people go door to door? I never answer if I’m not expecting someone. Do you?)
When a serviceman does a good job, he becomes my go-to guy. My favorite service company emails me a photo of the serviceman, so I know who to expect at my front door.
My front door. If I use a new company, I always make a big deal about having to restrain my dogs….”please make sure the repairman comes to the front door, I have two large dogs that will need to be restrained.” In my head I am thinking, “so they don’t lick the guy to death,” but I never say that aloud. I make the old doggos sound like Cujo.