There are all manner of excuses as to why us commonfolk roll our eyes and brace ourselves at the sheer mention of the supposed ‘reliability’ of tradies.
Because they are always late.
Because they don’t arrive when they say they will.
Because they don’t return your call.
Because they make promises they can’t keep.
Because they forget.
All of these reasons have to do with tradies deferring or putting off their service to you…
Which is why this morning was SUCH a surprise.
Because as I went downstairs this morning, giving myself a good 3-hour window to get my shit together before the tradies came over to commence part 1 of our kitchen demolition/renovation, I turned on my phone, and saw with some amount of trepidation, a missed call, and a voicemail message.
Uh-oh. I just KNEW it was him. The tradie.
I listened to the message, and my eyes widened, before running in to baby girl’s room and telling her to throw ANYTHING on.
“Hi SmikG, it’s tradie here… just letting you know we’ll probably be at your place about, 9:00.”
A half hour window.
I did the bare minimum, which was still good as I left feeling I had done my best in setting up the place for the guys – but consequently the bare minimum didn’t include breakfast… so I said to baby girl, “pick where you want to eat.”
And she led us to Mercetta on the Main street. Mainly because the back of the café has fake green grass and egg chairs that hang from the tree-like ceiling, with kiddies using them more as swings than adults using them as areas of refuge.
I had been stressed as hell in those 30 minutes before their surprise arrival, but the early morning start gave us a nice reason to go out and have some breakfast on a Monday morning…
And any reason is good enough reason for surprise breakfast I guess 🙂