When a customer asks you to rip his lines and antennas off a tower,
it's probably a good idea to make damn sure you've got the right line and antenna
before you go ripping into it.
In this case, I asked my customer "The really long one sitting by itself at about 120'?
His reply was "Yep, that's the one," so we took it down...using a crane.
Then a cop ran out and asked "Hey, can you guys think of any reason why our
radio reception may have just gotten a LOT worse?"
My reaction was to deny that my customer could possibly make a mistake.
I sent the poor guy back inside, scratching his head in confusion, and told the crew to keep going.
Then the chief of police came out and TOLD me we took down the wrong line and antenna.
We set to putting it back up and splicing the line with hastily put together components.
He said the mayor was going to make us replace the whole system.
I told him his reception was probably going to be better than before when we got done.
Ollie hooked it up and the chief had it tested.
By the grace of God/Allah/Buddha/Thor/Arnold Palmer, it WAS better than before.
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