I love to recall an encounter I had with a horny carpenter who was working odd jobs on weekends. I had recently moved into a new townhome, and I discovered the skylights over my living room leaked during a rainstorm. I was furious because all of my furniture was new as well, and water dripping on my couch would never do. I called the people who sold the property to me, and I complained bitterly about their shoddy construction. They assured me a reliable repairman was scheduled to fix my leak that following Saturday. In the meantime I had to place containers under the dripping water when it rained.
Saturday was my day off, and I wanted to stay in bed until late in the morning, but I couldn’t because the repairman was already thumping on my roof as soon as the sun came up. He didn’t bother to knock on the door prior to working because he was hired by the builder. I decided to get up early, and I busied myself with some housecleaning because I wanted to stay around until the repair work was done. I remember being impressed when I realized the carpenter was removing the shingles all around the skylight to make sure he found the exact leak. This guy appeared to know what he was doing.