Finished a job yesterday, the lady of the house came to the door to pay.
"Sorry Dave, we won't be needing you any more, MY HUSBANDS GOT THIS BIG THING AND HE'S GOING TO DO THEM". Well I may have a strange sense of humour, but the mental picture I had of the husband
Doing the upstairs windows with his big thing. First I bit on my bottom lip, I couldn't suppress the titter, then I started shaking inside, I couldn't hold back, I had to laugh or burst. Out it came in an explosion, I roared out laughing. The poor girl looked at me as if I was demented. My Indonesian mrs had not picked up on the humour of the situation and looked equally concerned. I thought of trying to explain myself to the poor customer and thought sod it, she sacked me, let her worry about it. God I love this job, Dai