Home repair or the return of Larry, Darryl and Daryl

We've needed some electrical work for a while. A 110 line outside on one end of the house so I can plug in a Mosquito Magnet and 110 and 220 in the back of the house so we have an external outlet for the desk and a place to put the hot tub if/when we ever get around to moving it over from ms. Slappy's parents.

Her dad recommends an electrician who owes him a favor. Nice guy. Super. Built like Bubba Joe, resplendent with bib overalls. He looks at what we need, gives us a price 60 percent lower than the last estimate. We'll take it.

Shows up today with two workers. Nice people. Super. Guy's got half his teef in his head, the girl's just watching and not sure she hasn't spent time somewhere -- rehab, work-release, clinic, minimum security.

I'm sure they do good work and you can't judge a book by it's cover. But am waiting for one of them to go off in the woods and look for squirrels because they taste better when they come from the whole family.

 

This thread is useless without pictures.

 

No, it isn't.

 

True story: My dad's name is Larry, his brother's name is Darryl. He does not have another brother, however.

 

210, 220, whatever it takes.

 

I'm sure write-brained could cut you a pretty good deal.

 

Update: They disappear at 12:15. No idea where they've gone. Come back at 1:30 and I tell them that I'm leaving at 3 on assignment.
No problem, they say. We'll get done what we can. (Which would be more if you hadn't spent a whole hour working before you broke for lunch...)

 

Oh. And Larry's calling me David (not my real name. Not even close).

 

Hey, you have any idea how long it takes to properly filet a squirrel?

 

David, whatever you do, make sure the outside outlet is a GFCI.

 

No. But I'm hoping you don't know either.