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If you ever watch Storage Wars Texas, you know who Mary and Jenny are; they're basically the only reason to tune in. No one is watching for the two fat guys, the old guy or the aging guido; it's the two pretty young girls who make the show worthwhile. I happened to become acquainted with both of them before I even knew anything about the show, first one then the other, so I'm well aware of their appeal. It was actually Mary who I met first. A friend of hers had connected us when she needed a plumbing job done. I know plumbing, as well as a lot of other trades, and I always offer a fair price so most of my business comes from word of mouth. I met Mary at her shop and did my best to remain professional and not flirt even when she started to flirt with me. She's a petite brunette cutie but she's also a bit of a goofball.
She led me through to the back of her shop, which contained her workspace. Apparently in addition to selling eclectic home furnishings of all types, she did some refurbishment and modification herself. It was a good sized space and obviously well used but the thing that she'd called me in about was to see if I could install a shower for her. We walked the space, identified what plumbing was already in place and discussed what exactly her needs were. She needed something more utilitarian so that, if she was working on something particularly messy, she could shower in the shop and head right out onto the sales floor or not worry about making a mess of her car while driving home to shower. I saw a lot of potential right away and threw a few ideas out to Mary while trying not to imagine her stripping down, stepping into the shower and lathering up her hot little body.
We got a good rapport going, which is how I determined that she was a bit of a goofball, and I quickly felt more comfortable flirting back a little bit. When she left me to work up an estimate for her, it wasn't easy to keep my mind on the task at hand. Ultimately I did come up with something that I thought would please her and would be within the budget we'd discussed. I walked her through what I was envisioning then laid out the costs, breaking everything down so that she had a good sense of where all of the money would be going. It was going to be a relatively simple job so, if she felt the need to negotiate, I knew that I could knock down my labor costs by a bit. It didn't surprise me when she hesitated while considering the final price; I think everyone just does that naturally so I didn't take it personally. By this point, I was becoming a little bit smitten with Mary so I wanted to make sure that I got this job.
"I'll tell you what, Mary," I started, "I think I can probably cut my labor cost by just a bit, but it would have to be on one condition."
"Yeah, what's that?" she replied suspiciously.
"I get to be here when you test out the shower for the first time," I replied. I figured even if she wore a swimsuit to test it out because I was there, I'd still get to see her in a swimsuit. I couldn't tell from her laugh whether that was what she was planning when she agreed to my condition. I revised my cost proposal slightly and she took another look at it then signed it.
She didn't want a bathroom built, or any real walls around the shower; she just wanted something simple that she could jump into quickly and that wouldn't require a lot of maintenance. Since there were a couple of different things that needed to be done, like tying into a drainage system as well as the water lines, I worked in the things I could with other jobs I had going on while making sure I had the appropriate permits. I even came up with a sort of shower stall that I thought she'd like since I framed it out of one-inch diameter galvanized steel piping. From the framing, I hung transparent shower curtains, not so that people could see in but so that she could see out. I didn't want her to feel like she was in Psycho when she used it. The last little touch, which was a surprise for her since this was mainly a plumbing job, was a nice overhead light so she wasn't counting on the fluorescents already in the space for light within the shower. It wasn't meant to spotlight her for viewing through the transparent curtains but, when it ended up doing that quite well, I was pretty pleased.
When the great unveiling came, she was obviously aware to some extent of what was going on but there were some elements that I had left as a surprise. I also made sure that, for her first test shower, she had some shower gel, a loofa and a towel. Once I was sure everything was ready, I let her know, but she wanted to wait until after closing her shop to come back and see it. I told her I'd keep an eye on the shop for her if she wanted to run back real quick but she said that she wanted me to be there to see her reaction. I was okay with waiting, especially if it meant she'd try it out right away. She was wearing a sundress and cowboy boots but I couldn't tell if she was wearing a swimsuit or something under the sundress.
When the time finally came, we headed back to the workshop and her eyes just lit up when she saw the final product. When I flipped on the light I'd installed for her, she actually jumped up and down while clapping her hands.
"You're an artist," she said, "I love it."
"I know you just wanted something utilitarian," I replied, "but I also wanted you to feel comfortable using it."
