Broken Window.Phone! It is Coos. HandymanKing.
"Yes. This is Coos."
"Hello Coos."
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".........."
"............."
"Uhm-"
"This is Coos."
"Yes uhm. I just left you a message because we had an appointment to fix my window at 5 o cl-"
"Yes I think it's terrible my cheeks are shame red miss, I am deeply embarressed, deeply deeply ashamed, like I said my cheeks are sha-"
"Oh well, That can happen to the-"
"No it's a disgrace! It shouldn't have been allowed to happen but it happened anyway and really from the bottom of my heart my soul I think it really is-"
Coos sounded like he was being chased by a burning bull, while he made an attempt to break the world smoking record and -why not- he was on a roll- was moving the Eiffel tower. Alone and with his bare hands. A Tsunami of apologies was blown into my ears in a huffing, puffing, throat clearing and wheezing manner, with on the background the moist sound of -I-didn't-even-know-sweat-had-a-sound-to-begin-with! -sweat.
"Let's meet Monday then?"
"What time?"
"4 o'clock okay?"
"I will put it in my organiser with red marker, miss, with red marker! No way around it! I will be there! HHHHHHHHUhhNHHHGGG! GURGLE! COUGH!"
"Byebye Coos."
"Bye Baby!"
...baby. Monday it is.
