Besides hydrochloric acid?!
Short of me saying “walk away” tell the customer you do pressure washing, not weird stuff removal. Don’t think acid will help that
Already tried high press and…
and its their entry way ceiling ;(
Live and learn.
Besides that, job turned out really good!
Sorry man. People laugh when I say walking away makes you more money sometimes
Did you seriously do that with your pressure washer?
Nope, I try to keep the guys at 9 hours a day to keep overtime down unless we are out of state working.
Yes, right after I told my son NOT to try it
Need to work on setting a better example.
Well, I guess that job will be chalked up as a lesson learned. I’m guessing the repair will probably be close to the price of the wash job?
No worries, I’m going to fix it tomorrow morning. Should by about $50, time and material.
PArticle board? After living through Hurricane Andrew, it amazes me there are still “stick homes” here.
I was in the Air Force at Homestead Air Force Base when Hurricane Andrew blew it off the map. Nasty nasty storm.
I grew up in homestead. My dad worked at, then known as First National Bank of Homestead. My mom worked at the branch on the base.
Met my wife at whistler’s at the Cutler Ridge Mall. Prettiest woman I ever met I think she felt sorry for me and gave me a pity date.
I pull the vines off, rinse it with gun, and manually pull off as many strands possible, the dots stay, nothing you can do
Well I found some work my son can get on…LOL
Try a flamethrower that should do the trick then use some ebc to remove the smoke damage.
I already have a plaster project tomorrow morning I don’t need a fire/smoke-damaged one too.
I would like to try a flamethrower someday.
Funny story with this picture.
Last summer we were dispatched to fully engulfed 3 story. When we arrived on scene I pulled the main line in full gear and jumped this 4 foot fence. I made it about 60 foot from the house when I realized the flames were totally surrounded a huge lp tank. I hit the radio for an all evacuation and started running back to the truck. When I jumped beck over the fence one of the rod irons stuck through my bunker pants. I couldn’t get them undone and all I remember was turning around looking at the tank thinking “this is how I die”
I’m still here!