Now might I start off this story by saying "If you Don't Like Springer. Then Don't Read this"

So this guy down by the Lake has these Roof Trusses delivered to his house by a building supplier that our company is friendly with. But the way things are today someone else delivers the things. Now I should talk about the weather we were experiencing at the time. WET, that is all. When the Crane dropped the Trusses on the lawn, divots the size of Geo Metros just happened to be a by-product. So we get called in to fix up this guys lawn and the building supplier will pay for it. Fair Enough.

Does anybody remember 1983? Well this guy was still living in it. Complete with the bad a** teenage moustache, those black and white band shirts a la "Iron Madien" "Anthrax" "Scorpions" (you get the picture) Any way this guy comes out like he is going to kick some a**, yep all 4 feet of him. Needless to say Brian gave him the game plan, and it ended with the familiar "We will try our best" Apperently "our best" wasn't good enough for him and he tears Brian and Derik apart. Now this is just a portion of what was said, as I can't say it all due to the restrictions of my sever.

By this time Brian is having a hard time keeping a straight face, and Derik's boots are just about full of bodily fluids. Under the circumstances, I would have been laughing in that guys face, but I wasn't there.

Brian Walks back to the truck, Derik has filled his boots

Needless to say we left and came back at a later time when the Guy wasn't home to yell at us.