My mom and dad had to go to some alumni function organized by my mom's college. I mean where my mom teaches and not where she went to study. 5 minutes after they left, I hear the door bell ring. It was our fridge mechanic. He promptly came in and went straight for the fridge, opened up the freezer and started checking stuff. Now lately the fridge was producing more sound than usual. I thought my parents had called him to fix it. I usually dont know stuff like these. In fact, in the past, it has happened that there was something to be fixed but I did not allow the repairman to come inside, since I did not know that something had to be fixed. This obviously has resulted in loads of unwanted screaming targeted towards me. Hence, I usually act as if I know and let the guy come in. Anyways I recognized the fridge mechanic and allowed him to come in. In fact he was soo eager that he came in even before the door was fully open. I wanted to double check and called my dad about this. He told me that he hadn't called anyone. I came back and this guy goes like.."There seems to be a problem in the motor." I go like "Thanks but we dint call the shop." He was like .. really??..isnt this flat number 120? Thats when I realized the confusion and told him that its 119. Not believing in me!..he continued to ask..isnt this 2275 (some number)?? I was like .. No..really..this is not the flat you are looking for. Anyways, we had a good laugh, he went away and I figured out that there is some problem with the motor in the fridge. All's good.
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