Back in the 60's, our Construction Crews were not allowed to stay in
fancy places like Hotels. We stayed in Boarding Houses.
One place had a landlady who was an excellent cook, clean housekeeper and
the beds were comfortable, BUT she never stopped complaining. She fought
with the Meter Reader, The Drycleaner Delivery Man, The Milkman and
everyone else around. I don't remember her fighting with the boarders, but
there was one night I got a talking to.
The bathroom was at the top of the stairs and the latch of the lock
didn't line up with the hole in the striker plate. The flush was about 10
feet from the door, and it had a rather embarassing habit of suddenly
drifting open, and it was too far away to kick it closed again.
One night while she was out, I went out to the truck for a screwdriver
and file. I took the striker plate off and filed the hole out so it would
latch properly and was back downstairs reading when she got home.
After awhile she went up to the bathroom and closed the door. And it
latched.
She forgot all about what she had gone up there for and came down the
stairs about two at a time. "Who fixed that lock" she demanded, and I confessed
that I was guilty. She snapped "You'd no need to do that. It works alright in the Winter
when the furnace is running".
Myles Meed mmeed@nbnet.nb.ca
