I had great difficulty organising a handyman to do some odd jobs for me recently. It took me four tries to find someone! The man who came out today was a gem.
A rare man in these times
Because he keeps his word.
He appears in my driveway when he said he would,
Tardiness has no place in his vocabulary.
He starts work immediately on my odd jobs
Happy with the large cup of coffee I offer
(White with one)
As a token of my hospitality and gratitude
For being a man of his word.
He is proud of solving a problem
Considered inconsequential by others.
And my door, ready for the scrap heap,
Swings as new.
He is unimpressed with others’ shoddy work
As he drills my little house
And bemoans the dodgy dealings of quick fixes
By young things who take shortcuts.
He tells me he is a cabinet maker by trade
(But he found it uninteresting)
And likes being a handyman because
Every day is different and he has to think.
He would be a man handy
In a zombie apocalypse, should one ever strike
And I wished he were my neighbour
Just in case.
But I don’t mention the ZA and instead ask him about
He will email me an invoice for the work, he said.
And I will pay it, no questions asked
As soon at it hits my inbox
Because I, too, am a rarity.
I like to pay my bills on time.