I had been thinking about my kitchen cupboards lately. The glass had fallen out of the doors progressively over the years and I’d never bothered to fix them, you know, so much is my lazy arse way.
But, you know, they really did look like crap, something Jill was never backward in mentioning to me.
“How long has the glass been missing out of your cupboard doors now?” asks Jill pointedly.
“What can I say,” I reply.
“What can you say, indeed,” says Jill.
I was coming back from the shops and when I got to my gate I saw Preston Glazier and Reglasser. Really, I thought. Just what I need. Right at my door too. I wonder if he’ll be back soon? At which point, I large cracked pane of glass comes towards the truck with a man attached.
“Are you interested in a small job?” I ask. “My kitchen cupboard doors need new glass in them.
“Youa show moi.”
The glass man came into the kitchen with his tape measure.
“I can’t match this a glass,” he said. “But, I have a something with a smaller stipple?”
No sample, I guess? “Sure,” I said. “Sounds fine.”
So if they come back with blue bottle glass I only have myself to blame.
“The glue was nevera any gooda. Cheap,” he said. He held his hands in the air to make a point.
He gave me a price and showed me how to unscrew the cupboard doors
“You a putta ‘em in moi truck and I go finish the job I am doing, which I did.
He came in later and gave me his card. He said something about when he’d have them ready, but I couldn’t understand his thick, I think, Greek accent.
“I see you… couple a...” He points. “Johnston Street.”
“Okay,” I said. What does Johnston Street have to do with it?
“Okay.”
And away sailed my cupboard doors to be re-glazed, finally. The first one was broken by my boyfriend Lauri slamming it in anger, over ten years ago and the rest have progressively dropped out since then. As I watched him go, I thought, I never gave him my number.
And all I could think afterwards was, I wonder if he could introduce me to his son? Chuckle.
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