My mother and I were discussing getting a new toilet installed. We halted any further discussions about the bathroom because of our budget at that time. In the meantime, I had this inner feeling I should do something about it because the existing toilet had a hairline fracture.
I was working full-time then, and as my mother was not in agreement to have this toilet installed, I decided to use a secret method I had learned all those years
ago.
A secret method I used to get a new toilet:
I started by imagining that I had this toilet already installed, I saw a white ceramic bowl with a shiny black seat, and it had to have a dual flush cistern.
Here is what happened;
A real estate agent hires a plumber to install a toilet, and he has to go to the office to get the name and address; when he arrives, no one is in attendance. He sees a yellow folder on top of a desk and thinks this must be for him. He opens the envelope and finds my name and address.
The reason this real estate had my address:
Many years ago, we had a property to sell and one to buy; the same real estate agent handled both portfolios.
When the plumber leaves the real estate office, he arrives at my address, and my mother, who was living with me then, opens the door.
The plumber introduced himself by saying the real estate agent had contracted him to install a toilet at these premises.
On the other hand, she did not query it because she was familiar with the real estate agent’s name and because we had been discussing the toilet. She thought I had arranged it without addressing it with her first.
I arrived home, and the first greeting I had from my mother was, “How dare you to go behind my back and arrange to get a new dual flush cistern toilet installed.”
I thought, what the hell happened, so I went to look and saw this new toilet installed as I had imagined it.
I told my mother it was a mistake and asked her for the phone number of the real estate agent. I phoned and asked them for the plumber’s name and phone number.
I advised the real estate agent that I needed the toilet and would take care of the bill with the plumber.
I kept calling the plumber’s number and spoke to his wife, leaving messages for him to call me back. I hadn’t heard from the plumber for months. In the meantime, with all these delays, I saved up what I thought I needed to pay the bill.
When I had the money together, I rang the plumber’s number and spoke to his wife again, and this time I told the wife to tell her husband to issue me an invoice showing the amount payable.
I rang the plumber’s phone number, spoke to the wife again, and asked her for the address to send the cheque to the plumber’s address.
Julie Eden
P.S. Why did an employee of the real estate agent pull out my file and place it on the desk? I asked that question when I spoke to the real estate agent, and his answer was he didn’t know.