A few years ago, I worked with a pickaxe all day, each day under a house, beside a Jamaican. We worked cheap (only kind of job in the area at the time). The resident (customer) decided to have a basement after the place was built. The small contractor was a volatile lunatic who acted like he’d never really worked a day in his life (very nervous and complaining dude). After a couple of days of digging, the Jamaican turned to me and said, “It’s slavery, mon! Slavery!” I couldn’t stop laughing.