“Do you ever get tired of indulging me?”
I did the easy part of drawing a Christmas postcard. He was doing the hard part of making copies at Kinkos. He was changing the paper and pressing the buttons and doing the set-up and making sure the sides lined up and talking to the guy and fixing things when the machine started vastly overcharging my credit card. I kept asking if we could just leave.
I probably should have signed those cards from both of us.