Even though my relationship with my father was not something anyone would want to grow up with, he did teach me a few things.
He was a master woodworker and made custom furniture, mostly for artists and interior designers.
I recall, one day he got a call for a second small table like one he had recently delivered. We went into the shop and since he still had most of the jigs set up, he was able to cut and assemble that table in just a couple hours. Finishing took a little more time. When it was completed and dried, he covered with an old blanket and set in a corner.
A few days later he got a call asking where the table was. He told them that if they wanted handmade custom work they couldn't expect instant results. The calls continued for several weeks. All the time he told them the same thing. Finally he took me when he delivered it and collected a large check.
He told me that if it had been delivered quickly they wouldn't appreciate it and would be reluctant to pay so much money.
Great lesson. Quality is worth waiting and paying for.
p.s. I wish I could remember how much he got for that table in the 1950s.