It's a combination of carpets rubber hard soled shoes and synthetic clothing and this guy is an ex heavy equipment driver so he is more likely to hit you as soon as look at you or more likely to float out something bigger than a D8 {bulldozer} and give you a piratical demonstration on your house at 2.00 AM by dropping the blade to about half an inch above the ground and driving from the road until the rubble has knocked over the back fence.
What is even worse is that he moves around a lot and is constantly recommending me to all of his contacts so I can't hit back. :(
The last time I suggested very nicely that maybe his choice of clothing may be part of the problem I was told that the BLOODY THING SHOULD WORK regardless and then he proceeded to run over his desktop with a 40 ton excavator. Well he parked one of the tracks on it anyway. :)
He is as mad as a hatter and everyone knows it but he sells stuff at an alarming rate so his little "Ways" are tolerated but the desktop was one of the best as he threw a fit after selling a couple of million $ worth of plant and he just couldn't bear to work with it his words here "That steam powered heap of S##T that passed for a computer!" He just killed the case and left everything else on his desk. I had to leave as I was falling over laughing and it didn't look all that good to the owner of the place. :D
The real trouble is the guy in question as he is just that way so I attempt to work around him without getting him off side I just don't trust him all that much particularly after one meeting that I was present at where he was speaking to a bunch of Bureaucrats and the Department Minister he started off by telling her a dirty joke and it was very off color one, one of the x rated to the 19999999 power. I just tried to leave the room so it didn't look as if I was involved in the slightest and I fully expected the Feds to very gently show us all the door from the footpath after throwing us all out of the 24 th story window. But the mad SOB sold them a heap of stuff that they didn't want and what is even worse made them think that they had not only got a great deal but had a heap of equipment that they needed all along. This guy could sell coal to the Devil to make the place a bit warmer or ice to the Eskimo's. :)
He's really a nice guy provided you do the right thing by him and I'm no where near brave enough to upset him overly much. But after he parked the excavator on the box he just walked in and said "Col my computer doesn't appear to be working can you fix it please?" It was at that point that I had to leave the place before I upset too many others.
Col ]:)