So a builder I know asked me to quote for a rewire at a chip shop. There were some cables to throw in quick sticks before the tilers come on Monday. I rock up this aft to get it done. I've picked up the keys from the builder and the site is empty. I'm desperate for a 'Tom tit', I'm in the toilet I hear the front door open and someone shout "hello". Fuck! I burst out of the bog, belt hanging loose at my shorts side, ready to dispatch some noisy oink who wants to know what the new shop will be. Stood in the shop front are the couple who own the place, never met them before. I apologise then try to have a serious conversation about electrical needs all the while thinking "I've just shaken his hand".