I Picked Up the Intercom Receiver in a Poultry House
It is a true story and I hope it can steal a smile from you
The intercom is already in the new house. Too bad the handset is missing. History already makes people laugh like that. But it became even more grotesque. It is those small bumps that contribute to the confusion in the context of a move.
In this house, in the corridor near the entrance, the video intercom makes a fine show of itself. At first, it was all wrapped in tape. This packaging avoided dirtying it when painting the walls.
So, all in all, the device is in good condition. There is only one problem. It does not have its handset. And that way it can’t work. The reasons for this strange situation depend on the particular history of the house. But they are unimportant.
The real problem was finding the phone. I have made several attempts. I also tried to contact the manufacturing company. It provided me with the article code, a simple number that turned out to be rather useless. He also pointed me to two dealers in my area. In theory, they should have ordered the handset from headquarters.
In reality, both shopkeepers couldn’t help me. They said the device was neither available nor orderable. They even claimed it was out of production.
So the web search engines came to my rescue. Other electricians in neighboring countries have recommended me. One of these replied by e-mail almost by chance after a few days of silence:
“Hello, the spare part you requested can be available, the cost is €. 42.50 + tax. Remaining available for further information, I offer you my best regards “.
The message went like this. So, I called them. On their cell phones, they seemed a little less sure than they had written. Once we ascertained that the handset was really there, we could not agree on delivery. They answered something like this:
“It is better if you come in the morning. Because then my father-in-law can’t. Maybe you can drop by our chicken shop. But around 5 pm because my father first goes to pick up his grandson from the nursery… “.
In short, I did not understand much. Anyway, after several attempts at missed phone calls from both sides, I decided to go. I got in the car and drove away.
Once I arrived, I found a large court. There was a place for cars and there was a space dedicated to plants and trees. There was an elderly gentleman who did not listen to me. Maybe he didn’t hear well.
There was no trace of electronic materials, electricians, or similar shops. Part of the court was actually a poultry house. Inside was a very kind lady. She left the meats and the refrigerators and came to meet me.
She had a well-packed package in his hand. Inside was my spare part. This is how I actually picked up the handset of my intercom in a chicken shop.





