Mrs. R and Mrs. D live next door to each other and are "marginal" customers. If I work briskly I take an hour to do both and earn £36.00 the pair. Mrs D's takes 25 minutes, Mrs R's took 35 minutes. (her bungalow needs a 30ft pole to reach the dormers over a small rear porch which one side of has to be done trad as their freezer is up against it)
I say "took" because Mrs. R has just been dumped earlier this afternoon.
These ladies are in their late 70's/early 80's but one is a jolly down to earth sort and the other ... is not.
I knock on Mrs D's place. No reply and I crack on and as I get round the back I see her on the sun lounger - she's a big old bird and she laughs and says "Carry on Malcolm, if you don't mind seeing me in my swimming cozzy!"
I laugh and say "It's a treat to behold Mrs. D! (it's not, but hey
)" and she laughs and says "maybe thirty years ago it was!"
So no problem and that's that.
Then I go next door, move the door mat in preparation and start on the side window as Mrs. R comes to the door, holds up her hand and imperiously tells me "No! I have friends round and we're sat in the garden."
My face must have said it all as before I could utter a word she says "This is the first time I've turned you away, I didn't even stop you in the showers back in the spring."
I simply say "I'll put this back then." (and replace the doormat and turn and leave with no further word or even a flounce
)
She calls after me "You don't mind do you?" Which I ignore and quietly reel in and drive off.
It's great to be free of this job - it's been getting under my skin for years and I'm glad of an excuse to be rid. Bliss!