(While installing a street light pole)
Lady: “Is this going to take long?”
Me: “Ma’am, I need to you step back.”
Lady: “But is this going to take long? I need to get to my car.”
Me: “Ma’am… I need to you step back.”
Lady: “Is there someone else I can talk to?”
Me: “Ma’am… you have a 1 ton concrete pole directly over your head. If it drops, you are going to die. I need you to please step back.”
Lady: “Ok… but can I get to my car?”
Me: (I yell to my job foreman) “…Hillbilly!”
Hillbilly: “GET THE F*** OUT!”
Lady: “I never met anyone so rude.”