the carpenter’s father

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.

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About Jennifer

I'm a freelance translator and American expat. I live in Northern Italy with my two young sons.
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2 Responses to the carpenter’s father

  1. Gil says:

    Looks like the ole boy likes his daughter in law and is protecting her! You couldn’t make this stuff up.

  2. meredith says:

    Je pense, aussi 🙂

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