Here’s today’s exciting not-nearly-as-hypothetical-as-it-should-be What Would Dopers Do? poll question. Your landlord’s contractor shows up at the house with a new worker. Before coming into the house the new worker goes in the backyard and pees on your house immediately outside the basement window where you’re working. When introduced to said worker, you:
a) Fail to notice if he holds out his hand for a handshake but otherwise try to be nonchalant.
b) Blush somewhat over the fact that you met his penis before him
c) Run away and hide so you can’t be formally introduced and then avoid looking at him for the rest of the afternoon.
d) Freak out on him for peeing on your house. Like, wtf, they’re renovating the damned bathrooms, they know which ones are working and have a reason to be in them so couldn’t they just use one?
e) invent a time machine, go back in time, intercept them at the door and tell him he’s welcome to use the facilities
f) Other action which will be explained.
f): Tell contractor that the “new guy” can leave the premises and get off of the property.
Call the landlord, and ask from which Home Depot/Lowe’s parking lot he got these ass-clowns, and would he mind taking them back in exchange for a group that can work on a house without pissing in the yard.
I actually had to Google the name, I don’t watch much television (cartoon network, Mythbusters and Fox on Sunday night is about it). It is pretty much exactly how I would react. I don’t have that little internal alarm that says “hey, this next sentence might get you punched/kicked/shot/killed, don’t say it!” and I loathe handshaking anyway.
“Hey buddy, we have this neat new thing called ‘indoor plumbing,’ perhaps you might care to try it some time. As a practice exercise, go on into the kitchen, get the bucket from under the sink, fill it with hot soapy water and get back out there and CLEAN YOUR PISS OFF THE SIDE OF MY HOUSE! Thanks ever so…”
Peed in my own yard, you bet. Peed on my own house, no. Peed on somebody else’s house while I’m heading up to the door to start work on a project they’ll be paying me for, aw hell’s no. That shit just ain’t right…
I would go directly to the contractor, tell him what happened, and inform him that the house-pisser was not welcome on my property and insist that he be removed instantly. That or I’d call the immigration authorities.
Wouldn’t this be a call for an instant lay-off check? Have the Contractor Foreman write the check on the spot & bounce piss-boy’s sorry ass back to the Union Hall & make damn sure the shop steward documents why. It’ll be a cold day in hell before Urination Man gets called for his next job…
I would be very, very, very, very, very, very surprised if the people working on this reno are union members.
In the end, the guy in question was only here a few minutes and left again with the boss, and I never had to meet him, which saved me from having to pick an answer to this question.
