I used to work for an appliance service company. One of our service men was told to take off his shoes in an oh-so-exclusive house in an oh-so-exclusive neighborhood before going to work on the refrigerator. He didn’t get any further than the front door. He told them he wasn’t going to slide around the polished floor in his socks while wrestling a big heavy Sub Zero, and left.
My own experiences in those kind of houses were borderline unpleasant sometimes. The Type A .90 caliber big shots don’t know when to quit.
I delivered furniture, had similar experience. I worked alone, made me take off shoes, but could not take wheels off dolly.
Lady of the house did not realize until I had dragged across snow white carpet how ludicrous her request appeared.
Oh well , many funny stories from those days.
Exactly. It's a control issue. If they get really irritating, I clean the toilet with their toothbrush.