well, when the guy came to check it out, he ordered 4 parts from sears. this week, one part arrived monday. another on tuesday. then another on wednesday. the repair guy came back yesterday, ready to fix everything (oven AND the one burner that didn't work...) upon arrival, he sees only 3 out of 4 parts were delivered and announces he can't fix it & will have to re-order the part and come back in 2 weeks, after our vacation. i mumble something like, "you've gotta be kidding me," walk upstairs and proceed to pout about how crappy it is that i still can't use my oven. and we're having company over. and i'm tired of grilling.
20 minutes later the repair guy leaves and i decide it's safe to come downstairs because he won't be able to see my irritation written all over my face. i sit down across from j. (still pouting/totally stressed about cooking for company).
he says, "well, your oven is fixed."
"wait, what? how?" .....
"i sweet talked him a little. i said my wife really needs the oven and asked if he could just fix the oven today since the missing part was for the burner. so he did."
"OH MY GOSH babe, thank you!!!! thank you for talking to him. thank you for knowing it was so important to me."
"thank Scott. he's a nice guy"
[wow, i do not deserve such love. i do not deserve a husband who kindly advocates for me. i do not deserve a repair man who goes above and beyond the call of duty. they were serving me while i was upstairs fuming like a big huge brat. tears.in.my.eyes.right.now. wow]




