That reminds me...
Spring 1980.
Maintenance man at apartment complex.
Job ticket - change light fixture in apartment.
After spending 1/2 hour changing fixture, I kindly listen to the wheelchair bound woman talk non-stop about her being a shut-in and having no family or friends. After about 1/2 hr. or so, I start wanting to leave but can't seem to get away. Slyly, I reached into my back pocket to key the microphone on my walkie-talkie. As soon as the office responds to my bogus keying, I say into microphone " OK, boss, I'll get right on it". Tell the lady I have to go on emergency call. On the way back to the office I am so pleased with myself for being so clever, that I can't wait to tell the office crew. When I get to the office, no sooner do I tell my story than the phone rings. It's the woman. "The nice young man left his tools here". You can guess the rest.
