The Fix-It Guy

The other night, I had the fix-it guy from my property management company come in to do a little work... We'll call him Bob.

(Side note: I was looking forward to meeting Bob, since the other two "service" men I'd met since arriving in Winnipeg were both cute young men, and it seemed I'd be seeing Bob on a more repetitive occurrence... But, he was not young, nor cute, or of romantic interest to me).

So, I'm chatting away with Bob. He's had an interesting life, he was a workaholic and the day his wife left him because she thought he was married to his job, was the same day he decided to quit that job and get a life for himself...which meant moving from Ontario to Winnipeg and becoming a fix-it man. Remember what I said... If you're not willing to look after your career, no one will.

He then mentions that he might move again. So, here's a little snippet of our conversation:

Air-in: Oh really Bob, where would you move to?
Bob: I'm thinking I might move to Quebec. (Sorry, I forgot to mention he has a Spanish accent)
Air-in: Why Quebec?
Bob: Because my ex-girlfriend can't speak French, so I think my chances are really great that she won't follow me there.

Brilliant.