This morning, I was loading up my truck to start a job I have for a real estate agent friend . A tenant really screwed up this place up with her dog. As I am about to pull out of my driveway, a young kid driving a Toyota low rider comes to a screaching halt in front of me blocking my way to the street. He missed my truck by a couple feet.
Kid: wanders up the driveway with his pants down to his ankles, and I see that he has ball bearings all over his lips. (freak show)
Me: Me....not knowing whats going on... and already opening the center console for my Ruger.
Kid: Yo dude......I heard you have some day work! No introduction what so ever.
Me: I don't know who told you that, but I'm a one man show. If I use anyone on my jobs, it's usually another small contractor friend.
Kid: Thats BS dude......I was told you always have work.
Me: You have a rain jacket with you? (I'm pizzed off by now)
Kid: Huh.......what for?
Me: To cover up your nasty azzed underwear........ carry your happy azz down the road "Mr. Fruity Looms".
Two hours later while cutting out some sub floor, I get a phone call. The agent who tossed this job at me was at the other end screaming at me for being rude to her son earlier in the morning and she wanted me to stop all work on the unit. I did as she asked, and went to another little side job. We texted back and forth for a couple hours. I'm taking her to breakfast in the morning with her son. Real estate agents can be a real pain some times.
Like Don Imas says: you just can't make this stuff up. :blink:
Kid: wanders up the driveway with his pants down to his ankles, and I see that he has ball bearings all over his lips. (freak show)
Me: Me....not knowing whats going on... and already opening the center console for my Ruger.
Kid: Yo dude......I heard you have some day work! No introduction what so ever.
Me: I don't know who told you that, but I'm a one man show. If I use anyone on my jobs, it's usually another small contractor friend.
Kid: Thats BS dude......I was told you always have work.
Me: You have a rain jacket with you? (I'm pizzed off by now)
Kid: Huh.......what for?
Me: To cover up your nasty azzed underwear........ carry your happy azz down the road "Mr. Fruity Looms".
Two hours later while cutting out some sub floor, I get a phone call. The agent who tossed this job at me was at the other end screaming at me for being rude to her son earlier in the morning and she wanted me to stop all work on the unit. I did as she asked, and went to another little side job. We texted back and forth for a couple hours. I'm taking her to breakfast in the morning with her son. Real estate agents can be a real pain some times.
Like Don Imas says: you just can't make this stuff up. :blink: