I did a job for a south African guy a few years back. When I went to look at it, a tiny job of a wall in a hallway, he showed me round his new kitchen, opening every cupboard to show me how it was arranged. It was actually quite funny, me and my lab where trying not to look at each over so as not to burst out laughing. We looked through photos album, learnt all about his family history and about the time some guy put a pistol in his mouth.
He was without doubt the worst talker I have ever had to get away from. I got the job, and managed to persuade my wife to come with me to talk with him whilst I did the work.
He was without doubt the worst talker I have ever had to get away from. I got the job, and managed to persuade my wife to come with me to talk with him whilst I did the work.