So, this guy emails me that he'd like to stop in and discuss his sign needs..... so I tell him where we're at. Turns out, I knew the guy from over 30 years ago or so, but haven't seen him, but maybe once or twice. He gets here and tells me he's invented an alphabet and wants an artist to put it on sandwich boards. Then, he tells me, well, not boards, but fabric, but he doesn't have any idea what the fabric is gonna be that the seamstress is using. He can't talk to her, as she's closed right now for the covid19 stuff. He's not sure what the signs will say and he has no samples of the alphabet, as it's all in his head, but he cannot draw it. So, I said, I don't paint fabric, but I can print on it, but not knowing what it is, I'm not sure my ink will stick for very long. He said, but I want you to HAND paint it. Sorry Keith, but I don't paint fabric. So, he says again, you must hand paint it. No Kieth, I don't. Besides, the paints and inks are no good anymore for that sorta thing. This is where it got weird. He backed up a few steps, his eyes got real big and he started yelling at me, nothings no good anymore in the world, right Gene ?? I said, I think you're gonna hafta......... and he went ballistic and started towards me and he blurted out, so you can't help me, huh ?? Nope, not anymore and I turned him towards the door and I ushered him out, but he still wanted to talk/yell and I pushed him and locked the door. Frickin' nut cakes all over the place. No one is gonna get belligerent in MY place, unless I'm on their side. I wanted to help him, but he wouldn't listen to reason and had no idea at all what he wanted. Now, I remember why I haven't associated with him in over 30 years.