My Dad Mixed Sugar Into the Grout After Entitled Homeowners Refused to Pay Me $4,800 for Their B

The bucket of grout was still sitting near their kitchen island when my dad looked at me and quietly asked, “They really said they weren’t paying?” I laughed like it didn’t bother me. $4,800 gone over “tiny imperfections.” The entitled homeowners kept pointing at the backsplash with those careful little smiles, the kind that mean something already broke long before the tiles did. Later, Dad poured sugar into the grout mix without saying much. I didn’t question it at first. Something about the way he wiped his hands on that old towel made the room feel colder. Funny how people only notice craftsmanship after everything starts cracking.