Thursday, March 12, 2009
Mr. Tree is working it. I don't know if there is a Mrs. Tree, or any little sap's at home. His real name is Steve. But in a professional relationship, I think it would be rude to call him anything less than Mr. Tree. He's earned that much. He's all over the place, taking advantage of the ice-storm damage to the trees. Mr. Tree to the rescue. Mr. Tree is nobody's fool. He's bonded and insured. He is a nice guy. Mr. Tree is a little big on the hard sell. Should I put you down for 9 am? Gee Mr. Tree, I just wanted an estimate.... I don't know Mr. Tree, that seems kind of steep... Go ahead, I'll wait until you talk to your wife. But Mr. Tree, she's sleeping right now... I can call you in the morning, you've got my card, that's my cell, I can come 8, 9, 10:30..., whatever works for you. Mr. Tree just wants to help. Mr. Tree talks fast (not just for a tree). Mr. Tree is gone.