This reminds me of a long time ago when I was an apprentice. I was assigned to Duke, a krusty old guy who should have gotten the gold watch 10years earlier. For some reason, they just couldn't get him to retire. His knees were shot, he was cranky, he lived in the past, wouldn't adapt to any new methods (you couldnt get him to use channel locks if your life depended on it). But he was one of the finest service plumbers I have ever known.
We went out on a tub-shower valve replacement job one day. I started to saw a hole in the wall with the sawsall and I was trying to be so neat and tidy. Duke shouved me aside and grabbed the saw (mumbling something like "get outta my way kid..."). He commenced to sawing and sawing and ripping and tearing and within 30 seconds, he had a hole we could have taken the tub through. I said "what a mess, its gonna take us hours to patch that hole up". He just smiled and said ..."son... plumbers don't do sheetrock...."
When we were through, Duke told the woman that he didnt want her to fix that sheetrock for at least 3 months. She agreed. She didn't argue at all, but she did ask why 3 months. Duke calmly and with a straight face said "because I want you to be able to admire my work for a while before you cover it up". She said "ok Duke...". He just about had me convinced too, then he busted up laughing.
Old Duke. He was quite a guy. I bet lots of you have a "Duke" or two in your past.