Yep, luthiers (good ones) cost! Always been money well spent for me. The local guy here is about the crankiest dude I've ever met. Our phone calls pretty much always go like this,
Me: Hey Chuck, I need to bring my guitar in for a setup and I'm getting a little bit of pickup interference from the bridge pickup.
Chuck: (in a completely un-enthusiastic tone) Well that's just great...bring it in and I'll set in on the bench and get around to it when I damn well feel like it.
Upon arrival,
Me: Hey Chuck, how ya doin?
Chuck: (without looking up) I'm busier than a 1 legged man in a butt kickin contest. Set it over there and get out and don't call me.
Later the following week, a phone call from Chuck.
Me: Hello
Chuck: Come get this or I'm gonna start charging you storage! (hangs up)
Upon arrival to pick up my guitar
Me: Hey Chuck, how ya doin?
Chuck: I ain't got time for your chit chat ass ache, can't you see I've got guitars from every nose pickin degenerate barre chord playin punk in the county that thinks my setup is gonna make them not suck!
Me: Okay Chuck, what did you find on my guitar?
Chuck: It's fixed and do us both a favor will ya? Wash your hands before you play it and wipe it down when your done. It took me half a damn day to get the "smegma" (I had to look that word up the first time he said it) off the fret board!
Some times in life, you run across great characters. Chuck is one of them.