Girl in a Towel

Sunday evening at 5 p.m. I am heading out the door to go to a wake.  The visitation is from 4 to 8 p.m. and I am already late.  My phone rings a new tenant does not have any hot water.  I asked her to check the fuse box.  That seemed to be ok.  I was heading in that general direction, so I told her that I would be by in a little bit.  I picked up my son on the way in case the heater needed to be lit.  So far, I have avoided learning how to do that.  After checking the hot water heater and discovered that it was electric and did not have a pilot light to be lit.  We decided that we should check the fuse box ourselves.  Met at the door by a young co-ed wrapped in only a towel (she decided to give herself a bath by heating up hot water on the stove) she showed us to the fuse box.  Everything looked fine there so back to the basement.  As we were leaving the apartment, I glanced over at my son and just the ever so slight smile was on his face, thinking about the girl in the towel I imagine....  I did not say a word.  Anyway we took the covers off the heater and found a red button to push, which we did, heard a little hum and decided it was working.  Put the covers back on and told her to call me tomorrow if was not working.  So far no calls, so I am assuming that it is working.

Son did stop by the office today and offered to do any maintenance required at that apartment if I needed him too.  It was cute.