The guy came today to fix the door to my walk-in. It is coming off of the hinges and is heavy. This door has to put up with the stresses of the forklift and I swear it wasn't me that broke it. Anyway - this is the 5th time the guy had to come out and I wasn't too happy. Obviously the bolts are not long enough.
Him: You called for a door repair?
Me: Yes, it's falling off here *points* and last time it hit me in the head. Can you please find a way to get bigger bolts because I think the inside is all ratty from all of the attempts to repair it.
Him: Sure. (he leaves)
He passes me with new bolts, checks out the door then passes me again, with the bolts in his hand. So I shout across to him across the lobby (I'm on a ladder now)~
Me: So your thing wasn't long enough for that hole?
Me: Well you better get longer ones because I want it to go in deeper. I don't want to have to call you out here again just for a screw!
Him: I'm going now to get ones that will fit and I won't leave until you're happy. I promise.
Me: Thank you, I appreciate it! I'll meet you in the back! *waving thanks*
It is then that I realize that everyone around me is staring.
Edit: I forgot to add that I wanted to hear if you ever said something that got you into trouble too.