wyweb - 12:32 pm on Mar 15, 2011 (gmt 0)
Here's another one...
Another drywall story..
I was subbing work. Sub contracting. Had my own crew. Just 3 guys but it's Friday and they need to get paid.
The general contractor owed me about 2,500 dollars and I owe my guys quite a bit of it. We're working in Little Elm on a custom home and his bank is in Dallas. It's a fair drive. A good 40 or 50 miles.
He wrote me a check. We've got to go to his bank though. I don't have enough in my own account to cover this. That means driving to Dallas because there isn't a branch closer.
We'd quit early on Fridays but they've still put in a day. They're tired and they're hungry and they want a beer too. And they're broke. We load up and everybody follows me to the bank.
In construction, sometimes meeting payroll means paying your crew off in the banks parking lot.
We get to the bank and it's insufficient funds. I asked the teller to check it twice. Same difference. The guy wrote me a bogus check. Now I've got 3 journeymen sheetrockers sitting in the parking lot expecting me to hand them 100 dollar bills. They're already pissed that they had to drive to Dallas. I explain what's going on but they're still pissed. I am to.
We go back to the job site and I tear his check up right in front of him. He's swearing it's a good check though. Then I get in his truck. You always leave your keys in your truck when your on site, in case somebody needs to move it, as in clearing a path to get material in. His keys were in his truck too. And it was a beautiful truck. A big Ford dually. Brand spanking new.
He's freaking out. What am I doing? Well, I'm taking your truck home mister. It's collateral. He's saying go back to the bank and I'm saying not on your life. We just did that.
He says give me a half hour.
Meanwhile one of my guys had got in with me and brought a couple beers with him. I've got the guys radio on and his A/C blasting and we're sitting there. I'm actually wanting to take this thing around the block just to see how she drives. It's a sweet truck.
In no time one of his flunkies shows up with 2500 in cash. And I let him have his truck back.
We never worked for him again though. I have little tolerance for liars.
Sorry this is so long. I couldn't figure a shorter way to say it though...