One winter we had an unusual freeze and snow. It had taken down power lines and caused roads to be very slippery.
Because our power had been out we had stayed in town for a couple of days but we knew we had to get home to feed the dogs and cat. We lived at the top of a steep hill and knew it would be almost impassable without help so we bought some rock salt to spread on the road the melt the ice so our tires could get purchase. Unfortunately, we didn’t buy enough and we got the bottom part of the hill but not the top and we would hit the ice halfway up the hill and start to slide. So we revved up at the bottom of the hill and built up good speed and finally made it to the top of the hill.
Abe walked outside to get some morning air. Though he was very fond of the quaint smallness of Premier Inn hotels in London he was excited to go about the city today. He considered the scones at the bakery across the street. He stood at the corner waiting to cross when he heard some shouting, “Leo! Leo!” It sounded like the bellows were coming from the bus. In trance, Abe continued to stand at the corner. “Leo! Leo!” he continued to hear. Three young girls got off the bus at the stop a few feet down the street and began running in his direction. He noticed a young boy not far from him had the biggest most prepubescent smile on his freckly face. “Calm down ladies,” he said while taking his hands from his pockets. He began to wrap them skillfully around all three girls. “Thanks for giving me your rubber today,” the girl on the right with Leo’s arm all to herself said. Abe thought about how cute and how very universal young girls were in the way they squealed over crushes. Abe finally found a break in traffic and crossed the street to the bakery. “Wait,” he thought. “What was that young girl doing taking a rubber from Leo?”
Do you know the value of packing duplicate sets of parts and tools for whatever job you may be working on? Unfortunately, I learned that lesson the hard way. In all my years as a contractor, I’d never run into the problem before. But there’s a first time for everything, and before I knew it, I was forced to drop everything to go out and retrieve a spare pair of parts. This meant wasting hours upon hours of time that could be used for the task at hand. It also put me in dutch with the people who hired me. In the end, I’ve decided that it’s just simpler to keep a spare set of parts with me for whatever the job may be. Don’t make the same mistake I did, do yourself a favor and be sure to bring a duplicate set of parts to your next job; you’ll be glad you did.