Start a yard fence today at noon. Look at the print, which is all cluttered with numbers. I find what looks like the measurement from the house to the property line and get to work. Four hours later and a heat stroke I'm done. Then the home owner comes back outside and says he's been watching us and thinks we made a mistake. :censored He didn't want to bother us but the property line looks to be 10.5 feet not 9 feet from the house. Oh and he's not gonna pay us until it's moved. OK at this point I was getting ready to come unglued!!!!!! :bigfinger :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored :censored Then the old lady calls me and wants to know if I want to ride to Orlando with her to pick up a famous female country music star. Now I'm even more pissed. So tomorrow I'll be riping up a fence and moving it 1 damn foot instead of having a good time. WTF is wrong with people? Why would you not say something if you thought it was wrong. I :censored 'ing hate people!
Old lady? Sounds like things are getting pretty serious.
yep
i cant stand customers like that
If she still needs help picking up that country music star, let me know!
