My parents freely make appointments with repairmen and expect me to be home during the long windows of time in which they'll potentially arrive. Apparently, as a housedaughter, it's part of my job description. [Sidebar: I'm still waiting on the official job description...hmmm maybe Fatty is HR. I should ask her.] Today, for example, the AC repairman will be arriving somewhere between 12-6. Let's talk about this.
12-6???? Can you imagine if my mom made an appointment with her patients and said, be here from 12-3, and I'll see you somewhere in there. YEAH NO. I get it, I get it, she's in an office, blah blah no travel time, blah blah crap. But a 6 hour window? The repairmen of the world are getting a little too comfortable with us being comfortable with their time window system.
I think a 2 hour window is fine. 3 hours, pushing it. Above that? You should bring me lunch, a soda, and guarantee an attractive and age-appropriate repairman with every repair. I know Hillary Clinton told us that it takes a village to raise a child, and I often find that she is right, except that it takes a village to maintain a damn house. If I weren't home for these appointments, my parents would have to wait months to have the AC repairman come, and by then mice could eat through the wires again (that's what happened last time).
I think next time I make an appointment somewhere, I'll try to make it in a window of time and see how well that goes. Hi, friend I'm meeting for lunch? I think I'll arrive somewhere between 8 AM and 9:30 PM. Let me know if that works for you. Toodles!