I have a talent for fixing things — a wide variety of things — that many others don’t. I don’t know how you come by some of this knowledge. All of a sudden it’s just there sometimes. My neighbors know that about me. These folks are intelligent people, but occasionally everybody needs a hand. Either they don’t know how to fix something, don’t want to be bothered fixing something, or they have spent so much time trying to fix something it just makes sense to let someone else have a whack at it. That’s where I come in — the neighborhood handyman. I love being a handyman. And the ultimate goal of any handyman worth his salt is to fix the unfixable.
And so, I got a call from one of my neighbors who had just returned from a trip to find that he had an issue with his refrigerator. Not wanting to admit defeat, and not wanting to spend the big bucks on a service call, he had tried for hours to find the cure. Finally in an act of concession (and under a whole lot of spousal pressure) he asked for my expertise. Again, he’s not stupid. I’m a whole lot cheaper than the appliance repairperson.
When I got there he explained each step he had taken to resolve his issue and I listened carefully. All logical actions. Some fixes are simple and some are complicated. I like the ones that check my abilities — test my mettle. So, upon completion of this task beyond normal intelligence, I wrote the following Limerick:
I once got a call from a client,
Whose Sub-Zero wasn’t compliant.
It wasn’t before.
But inside the door,
He found that his light was defiant.
The tester I took from my pocket,
Confirmed there was power to the socket.
This "puzzle obscure,"
Was for no amateur.
It was my job to finally unlock it.
I said that I might have a clue.
At least one that I thought I’d pursue.
A twist to the right,
And on came the light.
Problem solved without further ado.
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