"The Guy"

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Everybody has a “Guy”

          The further into the business world I get with the farm/dairy business and now the gelato business and manufacturing world, the more I hear about “the Guy”. As in the phrase "I know a guy....."

           It seems everyone has one.

          Why can’t I have one? Maybe woman can't have one?

          What’s wrong with calling a company and booking an appointment? Oh no – you have to call “your guy” and he shows up whenever.

          Is “the guy” cheaper? Better? Smarter? He obviously holds a special place in the hearts and minds of the men who have one.

          And how does someone become “the guy”? Does he apply? Is there a secret ceremony with a secret handshake after some secretive ritual? I don’t know and frankly would like to find out.

          Could someone explain to me why “the guy” can’t make appointments? It seems that “the guy” has to show up at odd hours, outside of the regular workday. Perhaps he is a fugitive from the law. Or he is horribly disfigured like some character out of a comic book, only working under the cover of darkness to spare the public the horror of his damaged façade.

          Perhaps there is only one person who is “the guy”. It would explain why he is so hard to get a hold of, must be very busy as everyone and his dog refer to him.

 

          Maybe each trade has one or two specialists that become “the guy”. Probably a secret site on the Internet that you need a password to access that has a list. Maybe you work a few years as, for instance, an electrician. One dark night, two men in black show up at your home, whisk you away to a darkened warehouse and you are interviewed by a masked panel. If you pass, you are given the title “The Guy”.

           Even if men don’t have “a Guy”, they know “a guy” who can do the work cheaper, faster, better.

           Women do not do this, I may have the best hairdresser in the world and will give his name out to other women, but I never assume he is the one and only go-to guy for hairdressing. The men that fix my truck work at Midas, my dairy specialist has his own company, and a neighbour has a welding company. Maybe these are my “guys” and I just haven’t realized it.

           Maybe having “a Guy” is like having an invisible friend who provides security and a sense of pride.

           Hats off to “the Guy”, he is the topic of conversation for many men and seems to keep the whole world running. Good for you!