topdog
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Location: Wisconsin
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This weather does have its upside though...No disrespect intended to the really nice Bulgarian born DirecTV guy who came to check my system...but he sure brought a smile to my face the other day...
He was a really nice young man who spoke pretty good English but with that strong foreign accent...he needed to get some equipment out of his van and I was plowing so stopped to help if I could...as he walked towards his van...in his really nice...slick bottom work boots...he made kind of a two step slip but steadied himself after a bit of arm swinging...he took another step and another wild gyration of motion and...once again steady...kinda...one more step towards the van and one arm swung one way, the other the other way and next thing you know...his feet were looking down at his face and he landed with an unceremonious thud...right there at the back of his van. He looked around and of course, I was standing right there...trying to choke back wild laughter...without much success but he scrambled to his feet and said..."I'm good" and went about his business. He slipped and slid his way back to the house so I followed him in to see what else he was going to do. He was scratching his head a bit trying to figure out the problem and then...I could see a revelation on his face and he said "I know what the problem is". At that point he started explaining to me in a combination of Bulgarian and English and the best I could make of it was that he needed to do something to the dish. At this point, I was already trembling in my gut...in anticipation of what was going to happen next. You have to understand that my driveway is about 30' up from a steep bank leading down to my yard and my drain field...which is where my dish is mounted on its own little pole. His footwear...like I said...was fit for walking on floors and not on ice and snow...the bottoms were slicker than a possum's tail. Anyway, I watched as he started down the bank paying no heed whatsoever to the fact that I had pushed about 20' of snow over the edge. He waded in and immediately sunk to his arm pits but...luckily for him...he had some momentum heading down the hill. After a couple of tense moments, he landed safely in about 2 feet of snow at the bottom of the hill, by this time completely covered in snow...right up to the collar on his DirecTV jacket...which was a fine looking set of winter gear...just like his boots. I couldn't take it anymore by this time and I was laughing out loud and just about hysterically because he had left the piece he needed to change sitting on the back of the van. At this point, it finally dawned on him that he had to climb back up that bank...through all the snow...in his slick bottom boots and even at that distance...I could see the realization set in. With a little shake of his head...he started back up. Of course, he figured the best way up had to be the way he came down...completely ignoring the fact that if he simply walked out the bottom to the driveway, he could at least walk on level ground with no snow, back to his van...although a bit longer of a walk. Anyway, I was leaning against the side of the window at this point because I didn't think I could stand all bent over with laughter like I was...He was literally on his hands and knees crawling back up that hill and his nice black...long hair was wearing the snow like a stocking cap held up by the collar on his nice DirecTV jacket He made it up to his truck and after a few minutes of rest...just like the trooper he was, he headed back down the bank to finish his task, slipping...sliding, falling, crawling and eventually and after several minutes...back up he came. He came in the house to finish testing and set up and I was trying my hardest to hide the tears running down my face from laughter and then...with the most serious of expressions he asked "how in the heck do you get out of that valley" I choked back more giggles and asked him...what valley? He pointed out the window at the bottom of the bank where the dish was and said "that valley". I pointed to his boots and asked to see the grips he had on that fine pair of work boots and he then lifted a leg and looked at the bottom of his boots and I did the same. I pointed to the slick bottoms he was wearing and the heavy lugs on my hunting boots and told him...you gotta do a better job of gearing up if you're gonna fix TVs in Wisconsin son...he looked at me for a moment...shook his head and went about his business.
Now...I try to be a respectful person and treat everyone as right as I can...but that was just about the funniest thing I had ever seen.....and he was Bulgarian to boot....emmigrated here when he was 20...what are the odds of something like that happening to an old country boy like me? I must have done something right because it sure made my entire week...
I just had to share it...dam...it was funny.
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