The customer (an older clean cut distinguished gentleman of color and race similar to those across the street) appeared at his door and beckened me on in. I made a small notion towards the other side of the street and said I would be there once I locked my truck up.
The customer met me at my truck as I was locking the last door and looked me right in the face, held open his jacket to reveal what appeared to be a large caliber handgun in a shoulder holster and he said...." YOUR GD CABLE TRUCK IS IN MY F**KIN' YARD ....THEY AREN'T GONNA BE TOUCHING THE SOB ......CAUSE .... I WANT MY GD CABLE FIXED !!!"
Once his words were said (very loudly mind you) The porch across the street cleared and I didnt hear another word the whole time I was there and the truck did not get touched.
And yes, His cable got fixed.
