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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Fate / Luck / Serendipity
- Published: 09/16/2014
An Embarassing Experience (fortunately not for me)
Born 1935, M, from Rock Hall , Md, United StatesAn Embarassing Experience
Fortunately not for me
Back in the 1950’s, I had gotten myself a job with a local radio and television store in my neighborhood.
They also did house call repair work on various electronic appliances. This is where I was assigned to work since I already had experience in this area, back in my old neighborhood in South Philadelphia.
On a nice sunny and warm day in July, I was given a service call to see if I could bring a very old console radio, which no previous serviceman could fix, back to life in a house that was far away. It was in the center of Philadelphia, not in our local area. The call had come in a few days earlier and I was told that the complainants were an elderly blind couple whose only source of enjoyment was listening to the radio since television was of no use to them.
I proceeded to drive to the address that was given to me, and found that it was a three-story row house that had been converted to apartments on the second and third floors. Going by the names on the doorbells I saw that my customer was on the ground floor. When they let me in, I saw that the access to the floors above were through the original stairway in the living room. I was told that this was how the tenants got to their respective apartments. At any rate, my blind customers were the ones on the lower floor. They showed me to the beautifully kept old radio that had gone dead. It sat in a corner of the room surrounded by old antique furniture. This radio was the type that had nicely carved legs holding a very decorative cabinet. I just knew that I had to get this valuable relic back in shape.
So I gently pulled it away from the corner and went behind it to see if anything obvious was amiss. Seeing that all the tubes were lit up I figured that it had to be something more serious. I started really getting into it when I heard someone come down the stairs calling out, “Mary, do you have a little salt and pepper I could borrow.” Mary, the elderly woman said, “Yes, I’ll get it for you.” Not paying much attention to what was going on around me I decided to straighten up and stretch my legs a bit. When I looked over to where the voice had come from, there to my amazement was a young lady, I’d say, in her early twenties, dressed only in a pink half-slip, brought up over her bosom but not quite reaching below her fanny. I was struck dumb, to say the least. Luckily, she wasn’t looking at me right away, but when she did turn to face me, she screamed, and said, “EEK, YOU’RE NOT BLIND,” and I answered, “No, Mam, thank goodness!” and she ran back up the stairs, crouching low, trying desperately to hide all of her private parts under her not quite long enough pink half-slip.
When the blind lady returned with the salt and pepper, she asked what had happened and where was the nice young girl from the apartment upstairs. I told her what had happened and she said that she probably went to put some clothes on. I never did see her return that day even though it took me several hours to get the radio back to normal.
It took me, a shy 19 year old, a little while to get back to normal, also.
An Embarassing Experience (fortunately not for me)(Len Daniels)
An Embarassing Experience
Fortunately not for me
Back in the 1950’s, I had gotten myself a job with a local radio and television store in my neighborhood.
They also did house call repair work on various electronic appliances. This is where I was assigned to work since I already had experience in this area, back in my old neighborhood in South Philadelphia.
On a nice sunny and warm day in July, I was given a service call to see if I could bring a very old console radio, which no previous serviceman could fix, back to life in a house that was far away. It was in the center of Philadelphia, not in our local area. The call had come in a few days earlier and I was told that the complainants were an elderly blind couple whose only source of enjoyment was listening to the radio since television was of no use to them.
I proceeded to drive to the address that was given to me, and found that it was a three-story row house that had been converted to apartments on the second and third floors. Going by the names on the doorbells I saw that my customer was on the ground floor. When they let me in, I saw that the access to the floors above were through the original stairway in the living room. I was told that this was how the tenants got to their respective apartments. At any rate, my blind customers were the ones on the lower floor. They showed me to the beautifully kept old radio that had gone dead. It sat in a corner of the room surrounded by old antique furniture. This radio was the type that had nicely carved legs holding a very decorative cabinet. I just knew that I had to get this valuable relic back in shape.
So I gently pulled it away from the corner and went behind it to see if anything obvious was amiss. Seeing that all the tubes were lit up I figured that it had to be something more serious. I started really getting into it when I heard someone come down the stairs calling out, “Mary, do you have a little salt and pepper I could borrow.” Mary, the elderly woman said, “Yes, I’ll get it for you.” Not paying much attention to what was going on around me I decided to straighten up and stretch my legs a bit. When I looked over to where the voice had come from, there to my amazement was a young lady, I’d say, in her early twenties, dressed only in a pink half-slip, brought up over her bosom but not quite reaching below her fanny. I was struck dumb, to say the least. Luckily, she wasn’t looking at me right away, but when she did turn to face me, she screamed, and said, “EEK, YOU’RE NOT BLIND,” and I answered, “No, Mam, thank goodness!” and she ran back up the stairs, crouching low, trying desperately to hide all of her private parts under her not quite long enough pink half-slip.
When the blind lady returned with the salt and pepper, she asked what had happened and where was the nice young girl from the apartment upstairs. I told her what had happened and she said that she probably went to put some clothes on. I never did see her return that day even though it took me several hours to get the radio back to normal.
It took me, a shy 19 year old, a little while to get back to normal, also.
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