You ever think the concrete was just trying to escape back into the truck? That's a special kind of hot when your pour turns into a hostage negotiation with a slab. Bet the finishers looked like they were trying to ice a birthday cake in a sauna. Sounds less like a construction job and more like an extreme sport.

Oh man, that's the truth. It's funny how often the right tool just feels obvious once you try it, like you never should have messed with the old way.

Did he factor in the cost of permits and inspections potentially eating into that 10% before any materials even arrive?