Congratulations! I Hate You
I was sitting on my back porch, glumly watching Sam the Plumber fix the pipe that had broken when Somebody Who Shall Go Nameless pulled too hard on the hose while watering the weeds.
After about ten minutes of work, Sam stood up. “We’ll just let that set a few minutes.”
He packed his tools and wrote me up a bill. As he handed it to me, he looked hard at my face. “Hey! Why the long face? That was the cheapest job I ever did for you.”