hey yar, here's another one.....
Just completed a job for Mr Smith (Who incidentaly owns the vocally blessed dog I was just on about)....
He's ex RAF and still thinks he's in. Everything laid out, spotless and uniformed.
SoI tip up to do his bathroom refurb. Complete rip out. Ceilings, walls the lot.
His eyes fall out at the mess I have created, all neatly stacked in a pile in his garage to be taken away by him. HE THEN STARTS CLEANING UP WHILST I AM TRYING TO GET MY DATUM LINE ON THE WALLS, kicking my laser level by accident etc....
To cap it off, he starts moaning that I have been cleaning my buckets / trowels and washboy out on the grass over the recent days, and that the grass will die. He was obvioulsy oblivious to the scorch stains on the grass where his 40 year old dog had been slashing acid plss all over it.
To add to the final patronisation, he said it was a military thing and that I wouldn't understand. Didn't have the heart to tell him that I left the Army a higher rank than him.... bless
Hate it.