Since I saw the original poster is a fellow Hoosier, I didn't figure he wouldn't mind me pirating his thread for a quick story. This happened almost 30 years ago when I still lived in Indiana. A guy came into a shop I worked at and ordered a 4x8 hand painted for a bar located on a lake. A few weeks after he picked it up, my wife and I were visiting her parents in a town 60 miles away from the shop. I went for a drive out towards a lake and spotted my
sign at the side of the road. I was kind of thirsty and stopped into the bar. Soon as I ordered my beer I told the bartender I was the guy who lettered his
sign. He said "you can't be. That guy down at the end of the bar had his son paint it for us". The guy at the end of the bar heard all this. You should have heard his lame excuse of how his son didn't have time to do it so he went to a
sign shop to have it done. I actually kind of felt sorry for the liar. I wrecked his glow amongst his regular crowd.