I made my peace with the fact that I'll never be a handyman long ago. And although the night terrors still plague me at least the bed wetting has stopped ... well, not really. But it isn't as regular so that's something to be proud of.
Anyway, that guy wasn't a handyman either. His whole shtick was a little too theatrical for it to be believable. Plus the fact he wasn't morbidly obese, shirtless with the crack of his ass bulging below the waistline of his trousers and he wasn't shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs at his friend who's only two feet away - were just a couple clues that gave him away.