Had a builder that I got off on kind of a rough start with. Real ballbusting micro-manger type. Eastern European gent with a penchant for track suits, although he had probably never set foot on a track of any sort. I did my best to stay off his radar but he would seek me out, presumably just to make sure I wasn't feeling left out or something.

Delivered racks and I was starting my preliminary combing out of the trunk. I was sorting through several firehose sized knots of wire and he walked in the rack room and asked.

"Richie, are you sure you know what you are doing"
My response was a kind of annoyed "nope, haven't a clue… first time. I am sure I will figure it out eventually though"

He paused for a second… Then says "Know what... I like you…. Everybody always say they are expert. You no say you expert, that is how I know you know what you doing" (Imagine this said in a thick Yugoslavian accent).

From that day on, I never had any issues with the guy. Turned out to be a decent dude to BS with.