I cleaned some rugs for a Risca customer before 2004, and a few months later she phones up to tell me hers sons going away on holiday with his children, and as a surprise would i clean his carpet.
No problem, the job was arranged, and if i phoned her at 8.45am she would drive down from her house to let me in. In Risca, i found the correct street, and drove down there until i saw the house. I phoned the women to let her know, then unloaded my equipment from my car, down the path, then down the steps to the house. I am busting for a leak, and luckily around the side of the house theres a toilet, so i use it.
30 odd minutes have gone, and no customer, so i walk up the garden path and still no sign. Looking across the road at the street sign, i notice it,s different, so i leave my stuff in the garden, jump in my car then drive back up the road to check. What i did not realise is that after the first 20 or so houses, the street alters it's name, as a pedestrian i stopped pointed out to me.
I drive back to check my stuffs okay when the customer phones up to say where am i, and that shes been waiting 25 minutes. When i get back to the house, theres a frail old lady whos 90 if shes a day, looking puzzled and bewildered at this strange looking things on her pathway. I quickly loaded up and had it away on my toes after an apology.
I got to my job 45 minutes late.
Dave
