Joe, It's a matter of trust, isn't it? You trusted: someone opened the gate for you. you were in the right house. the dog wasn't a man killer. the cars outside didn't belong to robbers. whoever opened the gate wasn't Freddy Kruger. the people who can home later were in fact the owners. They trusted: you were in fact a piano technician. you didn't rob them blind. you didn't eat their cookies. you'd bill them accordingly, including hazardous duty pay. Seriously, even though it's 90 miles, I'd leave a note and bill them for the time/mileage. What if something HAD happened while you were there? What if you'd found robbers or a body or whatever . . . -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: <http://ptg.org/pipermail/pianotech.php/attachments/20090715/935b0ab6/attachment-0001.htm>
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