She had a look and it was like, "Boy howdy! That IS off!"
Me: You already pay this guy? You got a contract?
She: Yes. And we shook hands.
Me: That's too bad. He a relative?
We started walking back over to her side.
She: Him? NO.
Me: Where'd you get him?
She: From my church...
Me: Oh, lord!
About that time, he came walking up.
I asked him what happened.
Me: That fence has about a 10 degree slant.
He: It goes with the slope of the ground.
He: Naw really.
Me: The pickets ain't even plumb! That is what bothers me.
He: If you look at backyards around here all the fences have a slant to them.
Me: Not new ones right out of the box. Did you break your level?
He: Naw. It is as straight as I could make it.
Me: I don't think so. You might could bullshit this fine lady, but you ain't foolin' me. I could build a better fence than this! Now, my house goes on the market next week. How the Hell am I supposed to explain this?
He: Her yard ain't got nothing to do with sellin' yo' house.
Me: BULLSHIT! They gonna take a look at this and walk.
He: What's in her yard ain't got nothing to do with sellin' yo' house.
Me: Dammit! You are gonna stand there and tell me this is your best work?
Me: No Fuckin' shit!? Damned right it ain't! This the first fence you built? She's paid you good money and you put up this piece of shit. And you cut my cable and didn't bother to tell me.
Me: Man, I wouldn't hire you to build a goddamned BOX!
Me: But, my ASS~!
About this time my neighbor cut in with, "Tom, I'll talk to him. I'll talk to him.
So I withdrew...
One of the other neighbors is thinking about hiring this wahoo to do some work. Hmph. We'll see about that.
Fucking bullshit artist.