Today I decide to be a wise ass (what else is new?)
I am repairing this ladie's dishwasher. (3rd door switch in 3 years) As I am done and packing up the truck I start walking in when I notice a box (250) shot shells sitting on her front porch addressed to her husband.
I walk in with it on my shoulder and I said:
"Oh by the way, Congratulations!!! for every third door switch replaced on your dishwasher we are running a special. We throw in a free box of shotshells!!!
she laughed it off and said "Yeah, my husband likes to hunt...we have a freezer full of pheasant" We start talking about shooting and the plumber is just standing there with his jaw dropped.
I was amazed that she knew the shells were out there (too heavy for her to pick up with a baby in one hand) in such a fu-fu neighborhood. On the side of the box was HUGE writing of its contents.
She was one of the cool ones.