You may, or may equally well, not remember, that I recently bought a Morso underpinner for 'peanuts' from my framing supplier. The 'peanuts' price resulting from the given expedient that the machine not only didn't work, but it also leaked hydraulic fluid all over the place.
Well today, once more, found me talking to my framing supplier and, once more, discussing equipment and means of framing, as opposed to the supplies necessary to frame artwork. Which is actually what I went into the supplier to purchase.
Feeling somewhat mischievous, (the sun was shining - all was right with my world - I was solvent and in debt to no-one), I disclosed to him exactly how much it had cost me to restore the Morso underpinner to its original prime condition. ('micro-peanuts')
Instead of reacting adversely in any manner, he merely shrugged and grinned.
Now that wasn't the response I had anticipated at all.
My mischievousness had presumed at least an expression of chagrin, if not outright annoyance. My intent had been one of subtle one-upmanship.
The result was that I felt like the guy who tells a joke, receives no approval for it, and is subjected to the indignity of having to explain it, to even raise a titter.
'You don't fancy doing another one for us, do you?' was his rejoinder.
'I beg your pardon?'
'Well, I've got a Fletcher over there. (he pointed to a full sized mount-cutter standing against the wall) and there are several parts missing; it needs new bearings on the head mechanism and it wants a total service and overhaul.'
Before I could formulate a response, he immediately followed this up by saying that his company would benefit from having someone available to restore defective part-exchange machinery. And as I had already told him that I enjoyed doing those sorts of projects, I immediately realized that I was being taught a salutory lesson about the difference between subtle one-upmanship and blatant, in-your-face, take-that one-upmanship.
He had, without a shadow of doubt, seen me coming and taken me for an absolute sucker. Bless him.
However, he did allow me to regain both my composure and a fragment of my credibility, by suggesting that I could let him know whether I wanted to be paid subject to an invoice; or to be credited with framing supplies to the value of the work done. Oh, and I could have first refusal on anything I restored, for a relatively 'peanuts' price, so long as it had not already been sold subject to a full service.
So the Fletcher will be delivered to my workshop on Friday morning.
I'll be busy next week:
I've got 14 frames to make and mount artwork into.
I have 3 turning jobs
I have 2 photography jobs
And a Fletcher 2100 mount-cutter to restore.
I think the next time I feel mischievous, I'll stick my head in the water-butt instead
It's hard work being an OAP.