Guy stopped me today and asked me if I was a builder. I said noooo,winda cleana mate. He asked me if I could do his mums house a few doors away. No probs I says. Every month i says. Sure he says. Be there in 5. Gets there. He comes out. Explained wfp bla bla bla. How much he says. £14 F&B I says. Not sure I got that on me,he says. Hang on. Goes in,comes out without confirming either way. He then asks if I got any glue in the van. I'm starting to get wound up now. I says no(I did) He then asks if he can borrow my ladders to stick a grill on the front of his mums gaff. I thought okay. I gets them off the rack. Thought he can do that while I do the backs. THEN a woman appears. Mutton dressed as and starts taking piccys of the front of the house. Yep, starting to get the picture lads? Anyways he then tells me he's locked his keys in the house and that he has to go to his sisters,just round the corner. 5 minutes later he still ain't back and nowhere to be seen. I just COULDN'T be arsed by this stage. He's got the fronts cleaned for nothing. That don't bother me. AND I had that gut instinct when he first asked me if I was a builder. Why didn't I listen to that voice in my head? What would you have done?
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