Handyman Synonym Novels & Stories

I asked, closing the cabinet door before I cleaned the mess I made. “Well, we came from the city, as you know, and we would hire people to do all that. I never thought I needed to do that here. Good thing there’s a handyman in town to do the work,” he replied, making me laugh as I took a sip of the cold, amber drink.

“He just told you, sweetheart. His name’s Shaw Hollander. I hired him this morning to be our new handyman.” “Handyman?” She stared at her dad as if he’d lost his mind. Then she shook her head. “Why? We don’t need some fumbling, inept louse,” and yeah, she just had to fling her hand in my direction when she said louse, “screwing up things when we can just hire a professional whenever we need something fixed.” When Mr. Nash opened his mouth—hopefully to object on my behalf—she rushed to add, “And besides, how does handyman equate to him plucking roses from my garden?”

"Oh, your brother! Goofball, really? You know what? He's actually never said my name! It's always goofball, clumsy, klutz or butterfingers! Do you even remember the time he called me ham-handed? Do you know what ham-handed means? I do! I had to go home and look it up. It's, it's it's...the same as the rest of them! Just who does he think he is? OHHH!" Katie groaned and quite literally stomped her foot.

he shrugged. "People don't call a plumber to have their fans and vibrators fixed." The guy grinned wider at her last statement. "Yeah?" She continued to eye him stonily until he baulked. "Well, yeah. They call me Handy Andy." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at this. This time Everest didn't hold back her eyeroll. He reminded her of that slimy nympho in red from Family Guy. Glenmire or something. "My father's Binse. The family name."

Because the man had a funny expression on his face before he spoke. "My name is Jonathan, I come once in a while to do maintenance work around here, you can call me the handyman." My eyes dropped to his belt and he wasn't lying. He had on a handyman's belt, stuffed with hammers and screwdrivers. The belt was hanging on a narrow waist followed by legs that went on forever. He was still looking at us and I realized it was our turn to say something. "My name is Meghan and this is my friend, Alicia, we are not painters, amateurs really, we volunteering our services for the day." I looked back at the wall we had painted and almost gasped in horror.