Home Depot - Tool Rental Christmas

Twas’ the week before Christmas, with bargains galore. Customers were scurrying, expecting to score, Christmas trees, combo kits, and holiday yard decor.

Little did they know, the most fun they would have, was to visit Tool Rental to Pressure Wash their Cat^®.

We start the morning with Penske my friend, Vince pounding the keyboard, it has no end. The website is finicky, let's not pretend. Then the doorbell rings, oh what a racket, a contractor hollers, “Get me an Auger . . . and that dump trailer too.”

A line starts to form, patience is nill’.

“I want a jackhammer, that suits the bill. Rent me a Hilti. Serve me first, or I'll do more than blabber. Your VOC score will fall off the ladder.”

Bob sneaks in and checks the repairs. Get them done early, and no angry errors.

With Jeff and Ricky all dressed in red, Joe customer enters with a cap on his head.

“I have a repair,” the customer said. “It's Christmas lights, all green and in red. They don't blink, they seem to be dead.”

Bob jumps from his den, "ruhgh, ruhgh, ruhgh," growls Bob as he says, “We can’t repair electrical, . . . don’t be a bonehead.”

Our business is steady, thank God we have Eddie, a true gentleman, he’s always pressed and ready.

We can't forget Joey, there’s scaffolding due in. He loves to unload it, then go for a swim.

While Patrick sweeps the hall, he remembers a call. Hello? Tool Rental - we have the right gizmos for all.

Merry Christmas!

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