After 9 years of happy living with my gay best friend, I moved into a condo 2 months ago. Having been around someone who was good at fixing things, I’d gotten used to stepping aside when something broke. Right before moving, I did an IKEA run, and picked up a mini toolkit. But I’m all thumbs with it. My first week in the apartment, I tackled a home repair project involving a straight edge, but gave up after 6 hours of unproductive labor. (I called a handyman.) When the handle fell off my patio door, I abandoned the screwdriver for some duct tape. (I called a handyman.) A few weeks ago, after the bulb blew in my ceiling fixture, I thought of calling the handyman, but invited a tall friend over for dinner. I’m lousy at repair, but good at picking up the phone.
Image: Superman’s Day Off by Jennie Ottinger
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