The Barefoot Super

Having a super on the premises, is quite new to me.  In my old place tenants were more or less on their own.  Something utterly catastrophic needed to occur before help was on the way.

But now I have Frank who has become like a relative you see daily.  If he’s not engaged with a sink or toilet, he’s hanging out front like an armed guard with tools instead of a gun.

All that’s missing is a stoop.

We’ve already had a few skirmishes since Frank, at 5 feet 3, 250 pounds is very sensitive.  Takes one to know one, and the guilt over upsetting him has cost me many gallons of Ben and Jerry’s, as my frozen flag of truce.

Who knew ice cream could heal the world, or at least a hurt super.

Well, yesterday he came to check my heat because it’s like Miami in my apartment.  We both could have been in bikinis it was so hot.  Okay, a Speedo for Frank which, if you ask me, is the more disturbing image.

I had just scrubbed my floors, no favorite task of Thingirl’s, so I asked Frank if he could kindly take off his shoes.  Well, at once, I saw how uncomfortable he became, because unbeknownst to me, Frank doesn’t wear socks.

Hmm. “Frank, don’t your feet get cold?” I said, trying to lighten the moment.

“I’m never cold,” he said, flexing his forearms like a prizefighter.

So the big question was, did I want dirty work boots on my nice, clean wood floors, or sweaty feet?

“Frank, how bout some snappy, Brooks Brothers argyles?  It just so happens I have a brand new pair that are just your size.”

Sorry Ed, but there goes your Christmas present.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to The Barefoot Super

  1. You need to keep a pair of those slip over booties that repairman wear. Scrap the speedo. That was a disturbing thought.

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  2. George says:

    That was very kind of you…:)

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  3. Patricia says:

    I would rather have dirty shoes. Kate’s suggestion is great. Frank in a speedo leaves me speechless.

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  4. edwardcres says:

    A small price to pay to ensure domestic tranquillity. Any chance Brooks Brothers has an argyle Speedo?

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  5. micklively says:

    One pair isn’t going to solve anything. Eventually they will become indistinguishable from the skin underneath. Will you want socks on your floors that have never been changed?

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I have any guys with work boots use plastic grocery bags. The handles tie around their ankles and the bags are disposable afterward. It’s a real pain to put work boots on and off, but those cleats hold dirt and other nasties just waiting to drop all over the floor.

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  7. hahahaha!!! This is great.

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  8. And you just never quite know what that “thing” might be that could flip people into depression or anger mode.

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  9. That would make me cringe too, someone walking around in bare feet. I think you need to just clean the floor afterwards, no matter what.

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