"The funniest thing," she said, "was that time a customer called and requested that a wrecking ball smash into his bedroom wall at four in the morning, when he was sleep. He wasn't sure if it was for dramatic timing, or some kind of sudden meditation, but he was willing to pay extra. Of course we said no."
She laughed, and I looked sheepish.
"Uh, that was me."
I know how it sounds, but trust me - it's complicated.