Lock, Shock & Two Smoking Welders

When the door had not been returned by 12 noon I decided to go to the workshop myself.
One of the brothers had the offending article in his hand and told me that the angle grinder had been ‘occupied’ all morning.
This brought a torrent of abusive filth from my mouth not heard since the last time one of these idiots got to me.
‘My brother’s just gone to get some solder’
‘OK then, I’ll wait and then we’ll all go to the café together’
After some extremely dangerous angle grinding with sparks illuminating the Black Hole of Calcutta Workshop we all left together in a taxi.
They then proceeded to be unable to fit the door even just to see whether it would fit or not, eventually with the help of all of us, they got the door on.
Then the welding started causing our customers to shield their eyes at the bright light.
I engaged in some more abuse as I had yet to even receive a sorry from these knuckle dragging tosspots, but all I got was a weak smile.
They did speed up though and finished a two minute job in a mere twenty.
So we now have a door lock that works, it only took two days, a load of sawing, a hammer and a tiny bit of swearing.