The carpenter said he’d do my kitchen shelves after February 20th, so I started calling him again this week. Once on Monday, once today, and both times I got his father.
“He’s not here, Signorina,” his father said on Monday.
He never asks if I want to leave a message, and I never ask if I can, because I get the feeling that even if I did leave my [complicated, foreign] name, the carpenter probably wouldn’t get it anyway.
But today the carpenter’s father said, “He’s not here, Signorina. Because, you see, he’s out with HIS WIFE. Ahem.”
Methinks I’m not the only signorina calling all the time.