There are days when that really takes the fun out of things. I've tried to interact with most of the folk in a 3-4 block radius and then support any that are on FB offering various services that I can use. Across the board they have all been terrible.
Right off the bat they think I am filthy rich and that gives them the right to way overcharge. Then they don't show up when they are supposed to, don't do a good job, and then wonder why I'm pissy.
There have been several who I have saved metal for, collected cans and bottles for so they could recycle and get paid. All that has done is make them grumpy with me because I didn't do it right. They can all fuck off, now I just throw it all away.
We gave 6-10 large contractor size plastic trash bags full of aluminum cans to the gent up the road who was struggling some and had asked us to save them. Kat tossed some wadded up aluminum foil in the bags since we did not know any different. He made it a point to stop by on the way back from collecting his money to tell us we fucked up and to not do it again. Not a problem, sorry about that, we will never save another single aluminum can, there, all better now?
Neighbor up around the corner has stopped by to have me patch together various completely worn out cheap metal rocking chairs they use on the porch and the seat bases in the broken down 80's El Camino. I'd done it about 10 times or so. I finally promised myself I would not touch anything else he owns until he did something for me. Pull a weed, sweep the driveway, grab a few bags of stuff out of the haul off pile on his way to the dump, something, anything. Nope, not once ever.