Last night at 9:45 I battled with this guy...
...and I lost miserably. All I wanted was to make a pb & j for my lunch, but even as I exerted all of my strength--over and over again--I could not pop the lid off. Jenny gave it a shot next and I genuinely thought she might have the right finishing touch after I had loosened it up, but she couldn't get it to budge either.
"That's why we need guys around!" Averill said.
Aha! Fortunately where we live, we have a wide selection of guys right across the sidewalk from us. So feeling slightly like the damsel in distress, I took my jam to our neighbors, and when Chris answered I asked shamelessly, "Chris, as co-chair of the service council, can you please open this jar for me?"
"Ooo," he said, feeling the pressure, I could tell. "I'll give it a try." Then, with much less effort than me, he twisted the lid right off and handed the jar of jam back to me.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed and began to turn back toward my apartment.
"Wait," he paused, a little confused. "Is that really all you needed?"
"Yep!"
When I walked back into our apartment I found Averill sitting at the table and told her, "We have some manly men across the sidewalk!"
What would we do without them?
OK, before you and i lived together, I once had this thing of juice that i desperately wanted to drink...and yet I couldn't open it. So I went outside into the apartment complex and there was no one around. So I went back inside in defeat. This happened for about 3 days before I remembered to ask a guy to open the juice when one was actually in my apartment. It was a shameful week for my little arms. (Michelle Obama arms.)
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