Got a phone call Wednesday evening from an irate lady, heavy African accent, quite difficult to understand.
She wanted to know when I was going to come back & finish putting up her window blinds. It was 6 weeks ago, and I'd only put 2 screws in the brackets, and I'd promised to come back & finish off.
Recognised the name (unusual), didn't recall the address or job, but then I fit an awful lot of blinds. Not the sort of thing I do though, leaving screws out. Starting to wonder if its age or the demon drink affecting my memory.
Arranged to call on Friday to sort it out.
Door opened by small African woman. "Are you Grace?" I asked. "Yes, who are you?" she replied.
I explained that she called me & berated me about not fitting her blinds properly.
"Oh dear, it wasn't you" she admitted. Turned out she had called me & someone else for a quote (which is why I recalled the name) and gone for the other guy who was cheaper. She had then got mixed up.
I wouldn't mind so much, but when she apologised she said "Sorry, it wasn't you, the other chap was much slimmer"!