flash me for a discount

My ex husband thought he was a  handy man.  He was usually stoned, and that made his projects even more creative and enhanced his belief in his abilities.  He has left many projects half done, and those that were done, were done incorrectly, when he left.  The one thing he did not feel comfortable doing, thank God, was electrical wiring.  At least I know the house will not burn down!

My sewer drain for the kitchen is tied to the laundry room, and it backed up a couple years ago.  It was quite ugly, and it was necessary to call a professional.  I took a recommendation from my sister in law, and called someone out to clear the drain.  What I found out was that the drain was not installed properly under the house.  It was not supported, and caused it to dip, which damaged it.  I had to have that part replaced to alleviate the problem.  In addition, the drain under the sink looked like a roller coaster with unnecessary twists and turns.  I figured that I would have it done correctly, since  he was there.

The plumber was from a widely known company and came highly recommended.  He was a handsome man approximately forty, wore a wedding ring, and seemed pleasant.  It was a hot day, and I was dressed in respectable shorts and a tank top.  I set to my chores around the house, while he went under the house to fix the drain.  He called out to me to ask me something, so I went out there, bent down to talk to him through the hole for the crawl space.  I went back to more chores, and he called me back again, and again.  I was getting annoyed.  I got extremely annoyed when I discovered that he was calling me back so he could look down my top.  That was the end of taking him tools.

He soon finished his job, and came inside to write up the bill.  We sat at my kitchen table, and he itemized the statement, and went over it with me.  He then said, "I gave you a ten percent discount for the first titty shot.  If you show me your tits right now, I will give you twenty."  My face must have gotten beat red, and I told him that I would be happy with the ten percent.  I paid the bill, and sent him home to his wife or so I thought.

He conveniently left some tools there.   He called me several hours later, and said that he needed to come by and pick them up.  I gathered them up for him, and had them ready for him later that evening when he came by.  I met him at the door, and he forced himself inside.  He pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me forcefully.  I pushed him off of me, and I told him that he needed to go home to his wife.  He said that there was a tool missing, and I assured him that he had them all, and he was not to return to my house. 

The next day, I called the corporate office and filed a formal complaint.  It is difficult being a single woman sometimes.   I never thought I would have to be subjected to this by a plumber or repairman forcing himself on me, nor did I invite it.  Since then, I have been very cautious of anyone invited in my home.