I had this job one day in a gated community. I get to the address and there is this huge circular driveway with two electric gates, one of which was open,so I drive down the open gate side, get out of my truck and out of nowhere this german shepard jumps on me(scared the s**t out of me). I smacked it down. I turned around to see the customer yelling at me not to smack her dog. She tells me to go back out the driveway, wait for her to open the other gate, and come back down and then she mumbled something.(now I'm a little pissed off at this point between the dog and her yelling and making me drive back out) but I say OK. Now my truck is parked in the exact same location only facing the opposite way. I get out of my truck, go to the front door, ring the bell, I hear her coming (her heels clicking on the marble floor). She gets to the door, opens that little peep hole door in the middle (you know the type with the wrought iron grate over it?)and all I see is lips saying "I told you to use the back door, you a--hole." I say "a--hole?" F-you lady, I'm outta here" and out the gate I went. I get about a quarter mile down the road and my beeper starts ringing off my belt. It's my boss demanding to know why I told a customer F-you and that he wants me to go back and apologize and do the job for free. We went back and forth about it for about 10 minutes and he tells me "okay, forget it". (apparently she was married to a township politician who called a big shot in my company who called my boss who called me.) Okay, you would think that would be the end of the story, right? Not yet.
About six months down the road, I get a job in a rooming house, third floor, rear. You had to use the fire escape stairs to get to it. I knock on the door and guess who answers? Yep, that bitch from the mansion. She looks at me and says "YOU?" and I say "YOU?". Well I lit into her - telling her how she almost got me fired, how they put a letter of reprimand in my file because of what she said, (none of which was true, of course, but it felt good to tell her that). She starts apologizing, saying she's going through a divorce and he kicked her out and she has to live here. I say "yeah, nice digs lady, where do you want your phone?" I billed her for every inch of wire, every staple, every wood screw and anything else I could think of.... Poetic justice, right? just because she is sleeping with a rich guy don't make her better than me. Hey, I treat everybody with respect whether they have money or not. Maybe she learned a valuable lesson that day.
You just can't make this sh-t up!
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