I texted my neighbor for some help this week, yup... THAT neighbor. He is a wonder at household maintenance and would make a lovely husband for a man who could keep him in the manner he would love to be kept (which is first class all the way). I'm getting off topic. I texted Monday for some help, my A/C hasn't been working right, and the last time I called a "real" repairman, it was expensive and didn't last long. So I texted him, asked him for help, told him how much I could pay and amazingly it was repaired while I was still at work on Monday. I delivered payment and chatted for a minute, then I went home.
Tuesday I agreed to go look at some property and that wound up being a several hours long adventure that reminded me why I didn't at all mind not being in touch with him for so long. I mean, really. If you ask someone to do one thing, don't assume they'll do all your errands with you like they have no life of their own. (Even if you do buy them dinner.)
So Today when he texted me for a favor, I said I didn't want to do it and he started blowing up my phone about it, I wasn't really shocked so much as surprised at how quickly all the frustration came pouring back. My blood pressure went up. It was amazing.
He has forgotten I'm Wonder Woman.
I wonder what the least messy way to remind him is...
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