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The guy said he was trying to establish himself in this area. the signs
in his portfolio were not from around here. My dad thinks he just stopped
by the road and took pictures of signs he liked. He had done one for a
shop up the street that looked good, but it was rather small. My dad
thinks he was merely a sign painter (since he did a good job at
lettering) and had little experience in constructing them and even less
in hanging them.

Since he was ouit of work, and didn't have grocery money, he needed money
up front to buy supplies, so he ended up with about half the price of the
sign. At this time he has less than the agreed price, and he's not going
to get more.

On Tuesday morning the guy said he was going out to get some white carbon
paper to transfer the lettering onto the sign. Dad says, "where are you
going to go?" He said he'd find someplace. My dad, thinkiing he'd never
see the guy agian, said he'd get it himself. When he came back the guy
was gone. He'd left a note saying he went out for "some stuff they'd
need." He came back an hour later, empty handed. He said he went for the
carbon paper. Dad said, "but I told you that's what I went for!" He
shrugged and changed the conversation. He's the kind of guy who'd tell
you the sky was blue, and you'd look up to verify that.

How can he call on a friday and say he would deliver it on Tuesday and
install it on Thursday, when all he had done was the letters cut out and
maybe the wood cut? And then call on Wednesday and say he'd deliver *and*
install it on Friday? He brought it on a Monday, and it *still* took he
*and* my dad two days to finish it. The whole thing was "I'll tell him
what he wants to hear now, and when I talk to him next, I'll tell him
what he wants to hear."