Rodolfo Morales.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodolfo_Morales
Today is the end of February; since the snow storm last Wednesday, it has been raining every day.
Years ago, I worked for two years as a gas meter reader, a job I enjoyed very much despite days of trudging around all day in the rain.
I met some very nice people, very friendly people who offered me many cups of tea.
One person I went to, made wine, from fruit as well as tea, and nettles, I would always be offered a glass of his wine.
I also met people for whom; I would be their only visitor apart from the post and the milk.
One person, a Jehovah’s Witness tried to lock me up in her house so she could convert me, after an hour I convinced her I needed to carry on with my work.
The next time I took her keys and gave them back once I had read her meter and had a cup of tea with her, she was alright just very lonely.
Good to be able to provide some social contact for the many lonely people I met.
Sadly, as my manager needed me to read 200 meters a day I could not socialise for too long.
