"Yes, my dear," answered the sympathetic secretary. "I am so sorry for what you are going through. But I have to inform you that we have more work than you can imagine. We are taking care of everyone who calls in the order they call us."
"When will the plumber be here? Tell me!" demanded the old lady.
"I cannot tell you precisely, as we are so busy. I can only say that a plumber will definitely come to your house. When exactly he will come is beyond my control."
"You tell the plumber that I want him here now!" insisted the old lady. Then she angrily hung up the telephone.
One hour later, the old lady called again, only to get the same kind secretary and to be told the same message: "My dear lady, how can I promise you when the plumber will be there? We will do our best."
The old lady kept calling and calling, but to no avail. Finally, a full three days later, she received a call from the plumbing company. The secretary told her that the plumber had come to fix her pipes, and that he was waiting for her at the door.
Already the old lady was furious. She opened the door and shouted at the plumber, "Three days! It takes you three days to come to me. I have been suffering so much because of you!"
"Forgive me! Forgive me!" implored the plumber. "I have come to the wrong house. I am supposed to go to Mrs Jones' place. She informed us ten days ago!"From:Sri Chinmoy,The speeding driver, Agni Press, 2003
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