He’s a sketchy person to trust. Many Minneapolis electricians are a bit suspicious looking. He’s almost always walking in late. He doesn’t know where all his tools are located. Every time he needs to order a part, it’ll take a lot of money and a lot of labor to complete the job. His unkempt features and shaggy exterior don’t speak “reputable,” either.

Am I being a little facetious about the hometown electrical contractors? Sure. I will admit to having a strong opinion. I’m sure your experience with a Minnetonka electrician is actually really nice. I just don’t trust em’.

We hired one for our home renovation a few years back. We were adding on a ton of square footage, a new room, and a new bathroom. Of course, the perks of redoing your upstairs include redoing the electrical work. An inspection had to happen first. Electrical fires just get less and less exciting the older you get. Anyhow, I don’t know squat about electrics so I hired a electrician from Minneapolis.

For the following two weeks, wires were everywhere, crawling up the walls and across the floors. The noise of the automatic drill never stopped. While the team kept telling us that it would only be a couple more days, that was proving to be repeatedly false. As the workers watched television on their lunch breaks, All My Children became more and more familiar.

But, he did it. His job was finished, no matter how unnecessarily long it took him to complete. I suppose I can’t really say a whole lot about the quality of the work due to my own lack of knowledge on the subject. Perhaps I just unlocked what makes electricians so interesting. The moment they enter your home, they’re the expert. They have experience and education that makes them smarter than you, at least in the specific area of your need.

Maybe I’ve just had really bad times with hometown electricians. And I’m sure if any hometown electrical contractors are reading this, they do so with a pitch fork in hand and a torch being lit in the other. I don’t want to offend. There’s just always been a lack of trust. It’s involuntary. I feel the same about car repairmen, contractors, chefs, and well…everyone. Unless I know you, I guess I can’t trust you. And if your work is a mystery to me, I can’t really be sure I can trust that, either. So here’s my hats-off to all the hard-working, trustworthy Minneapolis electricians whom by any means this letter does not apply. I hope to meet you someday.