Honesty is such a lonely word (from the song, “Honesty” by Billy Joel). It never ceases to amaze me when folks we deal with are not honest.
As a new apprentice in 1972, Paul Strayer and I were doing demolition work in preparation for remodeling a customer’s bathroom. In the corner stood an old steel-walled shower with a terrazzo floor. There was a drywall gap above the top ledges of the corner shower. The rest of the walls were covered. The “lady” of the house gave us marching orders, saying she had lost her high school ring when she placed it on the metal ledge and accidentally bumped it, causing it to fall into the wall cavity: “I want that ring found! You’ll find it behind the left wall of the shower.”