I had planned to head out for C.U's Austin fly-in, but Pat was out of water and no way was I going to make him wait! Saturday AM I felt a bit better about missing the fly-in when I saw the quartering tailwind down my runway of 25 to 38 mph, way too much for my strip for a safe takeoff, nothing like getting to watch the weather the rest of the day when you've canceled a flight, and feeling glad you did!
Payment for the job was going to be the problem: I wanted to do it for nothing, and he'd want to pay me! Sure enough, after resetting the pump (nothing wrong with it, the drop pipe was rotted out) Pat asked me what he owed, that was my cue to tell him he had already paid, and for the first time he saw this picture I took last spring, that is his property I'm on, and all around me.
I told him that getting to go play on his ground was MORE then enough payment, and as expected he wasn't buying it, and insisted on paying, finally I said "OK, 20 bucks for fuel and we're good". That made him happy, when I got home I looked at the check, 50 bucks, that's the kind of neighbors I have!

