~ or for that matter a carpet fitter and mate who aren't susceptible to fluttered eyelashes and a proffered tenner tip for moving those items that "Poor lil ol' me jest cain't manage on may own y'all"
I find that is the case with workmen of any type. Most of them are susceptible to a flutter of the eyelashes, a slight hint of cleavage and the offer of a cup of tea. If I throw in biscuits most are putty in my hands. I don't need the tenner. Thanks to these tactics I don't go to the tip, council tree surgeons did my personal tree trimming, the community gardener also clears my pathway. I am shameless.