"Waall," drawled the business owner in his West Virginia twang, a plumber who specialized in drain cleaning, "Did they do a good job?"
"Well, yes," answered the customer.
Jim, the plumber, continued, "Did they clean up after themselves?"
The man responded that they did, and very thoroughly.
"Did they cuss yer wife or children? Did they sass you at all?"
"No, no, none of that," the man replied. "I just thought you'd want to know your guys were drinking on the job, that's all."
"Waall," Jim began again, "That's the trouble with the sewer business. I can't get preachers to clean sewers."
I've never really been sure what to think of this story. It's a true tale (I remember fondly the plumber in question myself) and one of Dad's favorites. It's even vaguely charming, in its folksy way. But I do admit a certain sympathy for the caller as it is.
Ah well; there it is for you. Pops liked it, so it's all right by me.