It's the little things that can get you down. You drop your phone and it's not really a worry as you have a good case for it and that will cushion the fall. The phone will be undamaged. Not a problem, unless, of course, you drop your phone down a toilet, which he didn't, or when you're at the top of a very tall ladder, which was where he was.
Steve answered the phone, had a chat, and slipped the phone into his shirt pocket, which is where he always kept it. Except today. Today he was keeping the phone in his trousers pocket as his shirt pocket had come unstitched. Only a minor problem that he would fix the next time he washed the shirt. Slipping the phone into his shirt pocket meant, in this instance, that the phone slipped in the top of the pocket and out of the bottom.
In the long fall to the ground the flap of the cover opened up resulting in the phone being exposed to the ground when it came down. It landed on what was probably the only rock around the place and the phone just seemed to explode. The cover was unharmed, but the phone was cactus, never to be used again.
Steve recovered the SIM card from the wreckage, intending to put it in a new phone as soon as he laid his hands on one. Between the SIM card and the Cloud he would be able to recover all his data. Unfortunately, being out in the suburbs meant he was miles from any decent shops where he could get a new phone. He'd have to attend to that after he knocked off. Fortunately he only had one last job in the area.
Reaching for his phone to check the next address Steve stopped, said a rude word, and tried to remember where he had to go. It was twenty-one Rose-something street, and he thought the street next to the current one was Rose-something. Not a problem. He'd just turn left out of this street and see what the next street was. If it was Rose-something he was set. If not he'd just turn back the other way.
Turning left he found himself coming up to Rosehill Street. Smiling he turned in and headed down to number twenty-one.
He could hear music playing as he approached the house. Good. That meant someone home. He hated it when he arrived for an appointment and found the place vacant. So time wasting. He knocked. No-one answered.
He knocked again, louder. Finally the door opened. A petite young thing stood there, glaring up at him.
"What?" she demanded. "I was busy."
So was Steve right then. Busy looking over the young lady standing in front of him. Possibly an inch or so over five foot, if she was lucky, but very nicely stacked. Glossy black hair, hazel eyes, creamy skin, and very nice red lips. Her clothing, whatever it was, appeared to have been painted onto her, it was so tight, and Steve considered that they'd skimped on the paint.
"Well? If you've quite finished looking?"
"Ah? Oh, sorry. I'm Steve. I'm here to put up the new antenna you ordered."
"How nice. I didn't order a new antenna. I don't want a new antenna. Try your sales pitch somewhere else."
"Ah, this is twenty-one Rosehill? Someone named Joe from twenty-one Rosehill most certainly ordered a new antenna. Delivery and installation pre-paid. Is Joe your husband, by any chance?"
"No chance. I don't have a husband and my name's Nancy, not Jo. Did you mean Rosehill Avenue, by any chance?"
Avenue? Street? What was the difference, wondered Steve.
Seeing Steve's blank look the woman took pity on him.
"There's a Rosehill Avenue somewhere around here. I have no idea who thought it would be a good idea to name two streets Rosehill but we can't get one of the names changed because the Council won't let us. No, I don't know where Rosehill Avenue is. You'll have to look it up in a street directory. Call up GPS on your phone and it will guide you there."
Steve swore to himself. At least, he had a street directory in the car. That should help him locate the place.
"Thank you," he said with a sigh. "I'll go and find it. Sorry to have troubled you. Ah, before I go, a couple of questions. First, could I interest you in a new antenna, seeing as how I'm already here? You won't even have a waiting period to get it installed."
"Thank you, but no thank you," she replied with a smile.
"OK. Second question, and you'll pardon me if it's a bit personal, but what the hell do you call that outfit you're wearing?"
She glanced down at herself before answering.
