Only have a single tale to tell from about 1998 ... sitting tightly, then I shall begin!
A woman I knew from school wanted a new lounge ceiling (the existing was lath & plaster) and I suggested the usual overboard, to which she agreed!
When I arrived with gear to do the job, she told me her bloke (who was out the country working) had left instructions to either take it down or he will find someone that will.
I pondered for a minute and thought "fcuk it, this will cost you pal" and started tearing down a 100 years worth of dust, shoite & crap swept under the floorboards by generations of tradesmen.
By the time it was down I was knee deep in the stuff & piled it up outside for our hero to dispose of on return.
Ceiling was replaced & the 1" gap bonded & skimmed around the whole room.
I was informed her "bloke" was back end of next week & would call me?
Anyway, weeks passed & she ignored my calls & I didn't have his number. so 1 Saturday I drove up and knocked his door. Soon as it opened a size 12 was jammed in the way & I followed him in.
He said "how can you charge me £100 to take down the ceiling .. I'll give you 20 quid"
I explained that just the patching around the walls took a couple of hours, but he was having none of it.
So out came the Estwing drywall hammer & 6 holes later he agreed to pay up in full.