I believe the guy was talking about "installing" cable, you know, going in someones house with granny or a housewife and kids! I stood outside a house in Denver, gaffs on , climbing belt ,canvas bag-o-tools, l.e.and tap assembled, knocking on a door to get the lady (never did see her face) to put up the dog and unlock the side gate. She's talking to me through the door and kept saying hold on except her voice wasn't moving. Knew damn well she just called the cops. sure as crap here comes the cruiser. Guy looks at me, shakes his head, knocks on the door and announces himself. I didn't blame her but the cop sure reamed her! Kept my long hair braided until that first tree branch grabbed a hunk a hair. Now i;m lookin' more like Charlie Manson! And I'm Bangin' on your door! Guess those kids we payed to door tag musta missed this one! Anyway, drinkin' n' druggin' was never a "prerequisite" to line work. More like a result of a hard days work! Later, Mike M.
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