Normally my workdays as an electrician at my father's business is rather dull and unrewarding work, but it all changed today!
As I was saying, most of the work is a repetition of the same; go get this, install it here, plug that in there, wire that to that ect ect. While today was no different, we had a call to install some lamps and stuff in some family's house, no biggie. So we get there and we're greeted by a dad, a mom and a daughter, she's about 16-18. I'm no good at telling the correct age like that. Anyhow, my partner gets started on fixing some stuff down in their basement while I'm tasked with installing a spotlight in the daughter's room, in her sort of walk-in-closet.
So I get up there and obviously there is no light in the closet, so I have to use this puny little lamp I strap to my forehead to see anything. There is a shelf going at 1 meter-and-then-some in there where I put all my tools so I can grab them easier later on. So I start fiddling around in there when I notice the daughter standing in the room, looking at me. She looks sort of upset and nervous for some reason, its starting to freak me out as I have no clue what's up with her. As an afterthought though, I guess if a stranger started to poke about in my closet and wriggling around my clean clothes while wearing their dirty work clothes I'd probably be not so happy and comfortable either.
So I try to ignore her and go about my business when I reach out to grab for one of my pliers on the shelf. I can't find the damn thing, but I'm also holding up something with my other hand which I have to look at and thusly the only light (on my forehead) is fixed on that, leaving my other hand fumbling in the dark. Then I finally grab something, it's sort of long and rubbery like one of the handles to the plier so I get it. As I hold the object up in front of me and start to pull the wires with the "plier" I discover that it's actually a long pink vibrator. Yeah, that's right.
In a "yuck I touched it!"-moment I lose my balance (I'm standing on a ladder) and in the tumble I throw the pink thing away, throwing it way out of the closet. It lands with a loud thump on the floor in the room, but that's not all - the hard impact somehow turned it on. Now it's rolling around vibrating violently all over the place like a scared hamster or something!
I still can't believe what just happened and I'm dumbstruck at the ladder, all the while the daughter springs into action leaping across the floor to grab the thing, however it rolls under her bed. She awkwardly crawls underneath it and grabs it, and she furiously starts pushing buttons on it or whatever it has. But she can't get it to stop! The impact must've broken something inside, So there she is, blushing with a vibrating vibrator in her hands and I'm on the ladder looking extremely stupid I'd imagine as I'm just staring right back at her.
She blurts out a stuttering "I-i-it's my mom's...." before rushing out of the room, dildo-in-hands.
I still can't believe that happened. It's like something out of an
American Pie movie.
OK, well I guess the poor girl, is totally mortified. I really feel, you might have totally scared her for life. Her mothers', yeah right. Thanks for the laugh.
