The lawn-care specialist we can't really afford came by to do whatever he does to the back yard. His diagnostic ability is sharp and the combination of aerations and chemicals he applies really seem to be working. He knows he's good and this professional pride arrogance comes through, albeit politely when he calls to "set up an appointment". He always says he'll be in the neighborhood and asks if he can stop by, but then adds that he'll be here tomorrow and we should leave the dogs in and the gate open as usual. All as though his clients have no other plans or life events that might cause him to reschedule. He also knows damn well that I probably won't maintain the yard like he does and I know it, too. So I just clear the deck for the master to work his magic.
On the last visit, he left his usual detailed written instructions for after-care and then left a voice mail in which he verbally repeated them. Again, he knows our limitations. He also left behind the invoice, which he'd marked "Paid in Full!" and under that added, "And that is funny!!" We took umbrage. We always pay in full! Us remembering to write a check, thereby paying on the same day as well...now that might be funny. But even then, he hasn't ever had to wait too long for us to get the $$ to him. He is not out of line to expect payment, but this prompts me to wonder why there doesn't seem to exist a (white) male version of the word uppity.
Actually, and unfortunately, I don't really wonder.
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