Quick background: I repair guitars on the side for extra bling. However, I cut deals for friends, ranging from free for really quick jobs or a 6-pack if I actually have to delve in and do a full setup or other repair (of course they must provide all related supplies like strings, etc.).
So, my (so-called) friend Rob calls me last week and says he has a job for me. No problemo - you know my fee, I'll be there on Monday.
So, 7PM rolls around, I get off my dayjob, and text Rob that I'm on my way. His reply?
"You might want to grab beer on the way."
WTF!?!

Alright, whatever. I let it slide - we've known each other since high school. So, I get there, and out comes the guitar.....
Wait for it....
Wait for it....
The fucking thing had not been CLEANED or SETUP in four years, and was stored in his garage in PHOENIX the entire time (he has a little "man cave" in there).
God, it was awful. What should have taken me 30-45 minutes took TWO HOURS. The dead skin on the bridge required soaking in gasoline (and the bastard didn't even have an old toothbrush for me to use - gee, great, thanks for letting me use your Q-tips), the fretboard was near BLACK from all the sweat/grime buildup (this took me nearly a half hour on its own to restore the wood's luster), and I got string-stabbed in the process (for you non-musicians, the end of a guitar string is needle-sharp, and will inflict one HELL of a boo-boo).
And, what does my "friend" do while I'm literally pouring sweat over the Frankenstein's Resurrection that is his musical instrument?
Drinking MY beer, playing fucking Playstation, and making absolutely no effort whatsoever to get off his ass and help me.

Alright, I know what alot of you are going to say: that this is mis-categorized (I don't think it is, 'cause I was providing a service to a consumer), why did I finish it (believe me, I wouldn't have even started had I known what I was walking into), and why did I not end up charging the dude (because this is the first time I feel someone has taken advantage of my offer to help maintain their instruments).
I've said it before, I say again: customers are dicks. Customers are even bigger dicks when something is free.
Moral of the story: you can even learn to hate your friends when they become your customers.
So, my (so-called) friend Rob calls me last week and says he has a job for me. No problemo - you know my fee, I'll be there on Monday.
So, 7PM rolls around, I get off my dayjob, and text Rob that I'm on my way. His reply?
"You might want to grab beer on the way."
WTF!?!

Alright, whatever. I let it slide - we've known each other since high school. So, I get there, and out comes the guitar.....
Wait for it....
Wait for it....
The fucking thing had not been CLEANED or SETUP in four years, and was stored in his garage in PHOENIX the entire time (he has a little "man cave" in there).
God, it was awful. What should have taken me 30-45 minutes took TWO HOURS. The dead skin on the bridge required soaking in gasoline (and the bastard didn't even have an old toothbrush for me to use - gee, great, thanks for letting me use your Q-tips), the fretboard was near BLACK from all the sweat/grime buildup (this took me nearly a half hour on its own to restore the wood's luster), and I got string-stabbed in the process (for you non-musicians, the end of a guitar string is needle-sharp, and will inflict one HELL of a boo-boo).
And, what does my "friend" do while I'm literally pouring sweat over the Frankenstein's Resurrection that is his musical instrument?
Drinking MY beer, playing fucking Playstation, and making absolutely no effort whatsoever to get off his ass and help me.

Alright, I know what alot of you are going to say: that this is mis-categorized (I don't think it is, 'cause I was providing a service to a consumer), why did I finish it (believe me, I wouldn't have even started had I known what I was walking into), and why did I not end up charging the dude (because this is the first time I feel someone has taken advantage of my offer to help maintain their instruments).
I've said it before, I say again: customers are dicks. Customers are even bigger dicks when something is free.
Moral of the story: you can even learn to hate your friends when they become your customers.
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