I used to have a lovely customer at one particular largish house; she moved and in moved a 'nightmare'. The gate was locked, dog poo everywhere, just not a nice couple; so I binned them.
Anyway, I was at one of those 'alcohol recovery meetings' this evening; I've been going for quite a few years now.
In walked this ex-customer; he'd not drank that day and he was sweating like a sweaty thing.
I bet he thought "Poo, there's my ex-window cleaner!"