Story about my dad. Dad was a tradesman: painter, wall-pape…

Story about my dad.
Dad was a tradesman: painter, wall-paper hanger. He painted anything.. inside/outside residential, occasionally commercial. He always worked for himself (no way in hell he could have worked for anyone 🤣). My brother and later one of my nephews took on the trade.
One day I heard my parents discussing something. Was it bad? Was it exciting? I couldn’t tell. I just knew it was out of the ordinary.
I later found out that Dad had been hired by some of “the rich folks” in our small town to wallpaper their kitchen. I don’t know the full story but the end of the story was they were nitpicking about Dad not wallpapering the inside of the cupboard under the sink so they weren’t going to pay him. My dad had a lot of faults but dishonesty and poor workmanships were not among them. He was honorable and highly skilled. Dad didn’t get in a fit with them but he did go to their house and ripped off every shred of wallpaper that he had carefully put on for them. I was so proud of him when I heard that story. I was probably 12 years old at the time. I can picture him now with a smirk on, thinking about that time.