Ultradog MN
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I didn't want to hijack Fixerupper's thread but it reminded me about an incident I had last week.
Working for a gentlewoman in a fancy house. I retiled their laundry room.
She's older, in good shape, still pretty, very kind, sharp as a tack but more than a little hard of hearing.
She came in to the laundry room to ask if I would like something to drink;
"Coke? MT Dew? bottled water, juice?"
"No thank you ma'am. I'm ok."
We talked for a bit and I noticed the fly on her nice fitting jeans was wide open.
I hesitated for a moment then told her - sotto voce:
"Excuse me Ma'am, but your zipper is open."
"What did you say?" she smiled.
I said a little louder, "I don't know if I should tell you this but your zipper is open."
"I'm afraid I still didn't hear you."
So I raised my big, deep voice to it's normal tone and just said: "Madam, your zipper is open."
She blushed brightly, very girlishly spun around, fixed it, then turned back and said very softly and kindly; "Thank You!"
I apologized for mentioning it but said if I was undone like that I would appreciate someone, even a stranger, telling me about it.
She said, "Oh yes, you did the right thing." and patted me on the shoulder.
Afterwards, I got to thinking that when the time comes, if I become hard of hearing, I hope someone will be kind enough to tell me about it.
Working for a gentlewoman in a fancy house. I retiled their laundry room.
She's older, in good shape, still pretty, very kind, sharp as a tack but more than a little hard of hearing.
She came in to the laundry room to ask if I would like something to drink;
"Coke? MT Dew? bottled water, juice?"
"No thank you ma'am. I'm ok."
We talked for a bit and I noticed the fly on her nice fitting jeans was wide open.
I hesitated for a moment then told her - sotto voce:
"Excuse me Ma'am, but your zipper is open."
"What did you say?" she smiled.
I said a little louder, "I don't know if I should tell you this but your zipper is open."
"I'm afraid I still didn't hear you."
So I raised my big, deep voice to it's normal tone and just said: "Madam, your zipper is open."
She blushed brightly, very girlishly spun around, fixed it, then turned back and said very softly and kindly; "Thank You!"
I apologized for mentioning it but said if I was undone like that I would appreciate someone, even a stranger, telling me about it.
She said, "Oh yes, you did the right thing." and patted me on the shoulder.
Afterwards, I got to thinking that when the time comes, if I become hard of hearing, I hope someone will be kind enough to tell me about it.