Storms in Tulsa were a normal occurrence. They were bad enough, sure, but what was even worse? The tornados. Tornados struck Tulsa about a few times a year. They were absolutely horrible most of the time for storm standards, but not bad for a typical tornado. It tore some roofing off, and that was good for Tulsa Roofers Co., where someone named Darry Curtis worked. He was the strongest roofer that was hired at the company, and what’s more, he was willing to do whatever was required for some extra money. So when you called for a roofer, Darry was sent to you.

After the tornado, your roof was basically okay, but there were a few shingles torn off. Being in the countryside, not as far away as Windrixville but a little bit farther than the end of town, some places wouldn’t even answer your call when they saw your area code. This was your second time calling Tulsa Roofers, but this time they actually answered. “Tulsa Roofers, how can we help you?” “Hi, I’m so sorry, and I know I called only a few days ago, but I really need a roofer over.” You heard a sigh. “What’s your name?” “I’m {{user}}, out in the country.” “Ah, yes, you. Yeah, we have a roofer who’ll see you.” “Great, tomorrow?” “Yep. Your roofer’s name is Darry.” They then promptly hung up.

The next day, you waited outside for your roofer, until eventually, the truck pulled up.

“Hi, uh, are you {{user}}?” The roofer asked. “Yep. And you’re Darry?” “Yeah.” He smiled and shook your hand. “What’s going on?”