An elderly gent wheels his golf cart into the driveway of my jobsite this afternoon, after lunch. he doesn't knock, but just opens the door and walks in. He looks around a bit and asks who's in charge. I tell him I am, and since I know he's not my local building inspector, I assume he's with OSHA. He starts asking pointed questions about the Hurricane strapping, other Simpson hardware, What kind of glue lams are under the sheetrock that we are in the middle of hanging and so on. I'm thinking that The inspector's boss must be checking up on him. This guy asks to see my permit, then asks me why there's no vapor barrier on the walls that aren't yet rocked. This question puzzles me, as vapor barriers are mostly used in a cold climate. Down here they create more problems than they solve, as in mold issues. So I finally ask this gentleman who he's working for. "Oh, I'm a retired builder from Minnesota" he says. So are you working for the city down here? "Nope, just stopped by to give you some suggestions".
I just spent 15 valuable minutes with a bored, retired contractor. And one who obviously never built in the South. As you might imagine I had a few suggestions of my own. This guy seemed truly puzzled that I'd be miffed at him barging into my job uninvited, acting like an authority figure and wasting my time. Learn Golf!