I was called by a friend...
... to help her put up some venetian blinds. She handed me the blinds and a roll of sticky tape and asked me if that would work as her landlord wouldn't allow her to drill holes.

Made me smile.

However, she told me that night how she got these obscene calls time and time again. She was a petite young-looking girl in her 20s at the time.

She found out the number via the telecom company (this was the mid-90s), went to the place and rang the door bell. Woman opened her door, she asked if so-and-so lived here and the woman said: "That's my son!"

So the mother calls down the son and my friend told her what he's been up to lately- while he was standing next to her.

I would have wanted to be him then. Or ever.

DIY skills: Shit.
Balls: Present!
( bierbelly, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 11:41, Reply)