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It took me about two seconds to realize that I had no idea how to put in a hot tub. I sped the kitchen, and landed smack on my ass. "Ow Shit!" I exclaimed. I got back up and instinctively looked around to make sure no one saw, even though I lived alone. I sauntered over to the drawer where the yellow pages were kept, just below the knife block. I thumbed through the pages, and looked under "Plumber." I dcided I must do this the old fashioned way. I closed my eyes, and slammed my finger down on the book. I opened my eyes, and my finger landed on "Shelby Kramer". I laughed a little, thinking, "What kind of guy is named 'Shelby'?" I beat feet to the phone in the living room, and dialed the number. "Shelby Kramer, how may I help you?" Said a deep voice. "Yes, I am Johnny Maverick, and I need someone to put in a hot tub for me." "Yeah, I can do hot tubs. What time do you want me to come over and where do you live?" "How about three? I live at 1610 Fornost Way." "Cool, what day?" "Today would be nice." There was a stunned silence, and then he said, "Okay, I can do three. I will be right over. Bye. "Bye, have a nice day." |