When a wealthy couple mocked me in Russian and refused to pay for my work, I kept quiet. But after I spotted an old photograph in their mansion, I knew exactly how to teach them a lesson.
I’m 64 years old, and I’ve been an electrician for 38 years. I’ve fixed everything from flickering kitchen lights to entire buildings with faulty wiring.
My knees aren’t what they used to be, but my hands still know their job.
I’ve fixed everything.
Three years ago, my wife, Margaret, suffered a stroke. She survived, thank God, but she never fully recovered.
Between her medications, physical therapy, and medical bills, retirement isn’t something I can afford.
So when my phone rings, I answer.
Last Thursday, I got a call about several dead outlets in a mansion across town. The moment I pulled into the driveway, I knew these people had money. Their garage alone was bigger than my house.
“Try not to make a mess.”
A man in an expensive sweater opened the door.
“I’m Michael. You called about the outlets?”
“Yes. I’m Daniel. Come in.”
His eyes immediately dropped to my worn-out work boots.
“Try not to make a mess. We don’t want to have to clean up after you.”
I traced the problem.
“I always clean up after myself, sir.”
He didn’t bother answering.
Inside, the marble floors practically sparkled. There were enormous chandeliers, expensive paintings, and furniture I’d be afraid to sit on.
I spread my drop cloth across the floor and got to work.
I was very wrong.
After checking the downstairs outlets, I traced the problem to a damaged connection behind one of them.
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