Chimney sweeps…fucking chimney sweeps.
Now you wouldn’t think that such an innocuous occupation would earn a cunting,would you? Well you’ve never met the pair of shysters that I had to deal with today. Normally I sweep the chimneys myself,but this one is in a room that I hardly ever use and I knew that there had been a crows nest down it since spring,so I thought that I’d better get someone in to do it. I had a chimney fire once….scared the shit out of me.
Anyhow, father and what I took to be his wife,but turned out to be his son,turned up and set to to. Talk about making a fucking meal of it,you’d have thought they were doing a heart transplant,not just sticking a few rods up a chimney. Eventually I asked them what the fuck was taking them so long. They couldn’t string it out any longer and started to put their gear away. I immediately bolted for my workshop and fired up the big Husqi chainsaw,revved it like fuck for a few minutes while numb-nuts stood with his bill in his hand.
Eventually I put the saw down and took his bill off him. Just as I suspected,it was twice his original quote. “We had to put the camera up,that’s an extra 50,and removing and disposing of the nest is extra too” the eternal optimist announced. Told the Cunt to throw the nest on the woodchip heap and that it was hardly my fault if he couldn’t do his job without a fucking camera,the old sweeps always managed.
Between the idling chainsaw,the dogs and being a thoroughly unreasonable Cunt,I managed to negotiate a discount…a discount to what his original basic price had been.
Greedy bastards.
Nominated by Dick Fiddler