It turned out that Bill didn’t get around to putting the groceries back. I did it while he was still eating breakfast. One of his tools for life is to wait until someone else does any task, and then say, “I was going to!”
And the Elusive Bill managed to finesse his dad’s request so that his mother did the actual implementing of said request.
He needs another award, but I’m darned if I know what to call it. :oO
The same "I coulda been a contendah" skill set as employed by the outgoing Section 8 tenants of 1600 Peenn. Ave.
;>)
I usually hear that right after I hump the bag or two of water softener salt down the basement steps and pour it in the softener.
The bag/s usually have been sitting by the cellar door for a week or more by that time, but no one, as they stumble on them in passing, seems to equate salt bags by door with the need for them to get assistance descending the stairs. Salt bags are so unmotivated that they won't do it on their own..