A plumber instructor told me about when he moved into a posh-ish estate. He was next door to a vet. The first winter there the vet knocks on his door on a freezing night and pleads for help because his heating has packed up. The plumber puts a coat over his pyjamas and goes next door. He spends half an hour crawling around an arctic loft and gets the heating working. The vet asks how much does he owe and the plumber shrugs. Because they are neighbours it’s on the house. About 6 months later the plumbers old dog has a fit and is yelping and obviously in pain so he goes round to the vet and asks him if could put the dog to sleep. The vet obliges, commiserates and goes back home. 2 days later, the plumber finds a bill for veterinary services pushed through his letter box!
After that he charged full whack for everything he did - even for friends.
Moral of the story, get stung once, never get stung twice. Mates rates are something I think that are becoming something of the past. It ends up mates rates for mates mates. I know people that's have scoffed and said "what, for a cake) at the price of a cake for a birthday,(a relation of mine used to make them)something that costs alot of skill and time to make, yet the same person wouldn't think twice at spending double the amount for a cake on alcohol to piss up the wall. Same as these that's claim to be skint, yet have the latest phones, drink, smoke and a sky dish slapped on the side of the house.


