No wiggle room whatsoever. Under any circumstances.

Whenever I’m short on cash, I show up unannounced at my local hospital with a roll of duct tape, some pliers, or whatever other tools I have lying around. (Between you and me, I’m usually drunk, too.)

I “fix” anything that looks broken. They are legally obligated to pay me for my services. I made about $27,000 last year. I could have made more if it wasn’t for all that community service taking up my time. Fuck you, Judge Anderson!