My dad used to own his own company that unfortunately went under and vanished due to the UK recession in the mid- to late 2000s. He was a joiner and knows the trade inside and out. He has told me a few stories.
My dad and his team had a contract to do some work on someone’s kitchen — a very simple job for my dad. But there was an antagonist: the neighbor.
It was 10:00 am. The neighbour opened her window and shouted to my dad:
Neighbour: “I am back from the night shift and I have another tonight. You need to keep it down!”
Dad: “I do apologize, but we are currently within trading hours and I have a job to do.”
The neighbour just scoffed and walked away. Roughly twenty minutes later, she came back.
Neighbour: “I told you to keep it down. I have the night shift!”
Dad: “As I have already stated, it is trading hours, and we have a job to do.”
The neighbour came out of her house and walked up to my dad.
Neighbour: “I want your boss’s phone number.”
Now, bear in mind that this was my dad’s company. He owned it. He was the boss. But instead of playing the “I am the boss” card, he complied and gave the neighbour his business card with his work mobile number on it.
My dad thought she was bluffing. He then got a call less than ten minutes later and he answered. It was the neighbour.
Neighbour: “I would like to make a complaint. You have workers here and they are making too much noise. I have the night shift tonight and need some sleep. Also, one of them was extremely rude to me and needs to be dealt with.”
Dad: “As I have told you twice already, through your window, it is trading hours, we have a job to do, and furthermore, your nightshift is of no concern to me or my team.”
The neighbour just swore at my dad and hung up, and my dad was able to finish the work he was given. He told me that he was expecting the neighbour to come out and punch him in the face, but that never happened.