I received the following texts on Friday night, around 10′ish and this customer actually turned up….9am sharp on Saturday morning and expected me to offer him my best politest attention with an exceptional deal!! He was around 20 wearing his jeans around his bum, bright pink t-shirt and laces untied on a pair of trainers I’d have chucked out years ago. I wasn’t very polite, I enjoyed ripping his “mint” Clio apart which wasn’t too hard given the amount of previous paint it had in its life, a nice touch was he brought his mum and when I wasn’t been to friendly with him she seemed to take offence. On leaving I started chatting to his mum who admitted she though I was been rather off’ish. I asked if she’d seen the texts I received the night before, which she hadn’t, I showed her and then she bawled at me….yes me…”get over it mate, you’re not Lord f’ing Sugar, its how kids talk now days, what you f’ing expect in your job”?