“Hi, I’m from maintenance!” the man stated fixedly. “Are you
Ruth Smith?” he said inquiringly.
“No, she’s at the store.” The young girl answered
ruthlessly. Stepping aside, she replied
openly “Come on in please.”
“Please excuse the crutches.” He said lamely.
“What happened to your foot?” was her sole question.
“I dropped a tool box on my toe.” He answered heavily. “It’s
getting better, but it still hurts sometimes.” He added sorely.
“It says on my report that you have a problem with the
lights.” He said darkly.
“That one over there in the corner.” She said pointedly,
indicating a dark lamp by the window.
“This shouldn’t take long at all.” He stated quickly.
He stepped over to the light fixture. Reaching under the
shade, he examined the light, and made an adjustment. He turned to the young
woman, “The bulb wasn’t all the way in the socket.” He said loosely. “But I was
able to screw it in a little more.” He told her firmly.
“Let’s see if it works.” He instructed tryingly.
“It does!” she exclaimed brightly. “Thank you so much.” she
gushed gratefully.
“No problem at all.” He said effortlessly as he walked out
the door.
This idea came while
reading Stephen King’s book on the Art of Writing. He makes it plain that he
doesn’t like adverbs.
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