My dad was a builder - he barely survived the Carter years. In two years he sold two homes! (High prime rate equals high mortgages).
And of course my old man had borrowed lots of money to buy a large property for a large housing project. I recall as a 17-year old or so going into the bank with him to meet the president. I recall being a bit embarrassed, just being a kid, and dressed like a slob after a day on the job helping my dad. My dad said something about someday I’ll need a loan, and it would be good to meet him now. And it doesn’t matter what you look like - it is how you act. IIRC my dad was going to be a few days late in making his payment.
“Don’t worry Mr. Hanson - I’ll bring a check over to you on Tuesday.”
“Oh - I’m not worried Harold - you’re worried enough for both of us!” The president said with a chuckle. (I’m guessing that my dad had dealt with him, or at least that bank, for 30+ years).
The old man hung on though, and did very well in the end.
He hated Carter almost as much as he did FDR.