That customer who watched me work for 20 minutes before saying a word
Old guy on a $2 million house in Evanston just stood in the driveway staring while I did a full sweep, then asked if I'd ever found anything weird in a flue. I said no, and he told me he once pulled a raccoon skeleton and a child's shoe out of his in 1987. Anyone else get the silent routine from homeowners who are just waiting to unload a story like that?