Nipped over to my neighbour yesterday to collect a parcel. She opens the door absolutely dripping in sweat and looking flustered. Turns out shes been struggling for over an hour to get a sofa out of the living room into the garden and it got wedged in the doorframe. Being a good egg I offered to help and in minutes I'm grunting and heaving away, sweat pissing out of me, AND I'd just got out the shower!
After 10 minutes of pushing and pulling it was going nowhere, she says "I'll shout our Nick to help", Nick is her 25 year old son who was in his room. She bellows up the stairs and he promptly ignores her. She goes up the stairs, knocks on his door, "Nick, come and help me and Andy move this couch", nothing. More pushing and pulling and gritting of teeth. No sign of her son, she goes up again and repeats the request for help, his reply, "piss off, I'm trying to sleep".
It was 1.30pm in the afternoon!!!
She's now close to tears out of shame and said, "thanks Andy, just leave it, I'll try again later".
This little shit works in the Civil Service like me, but he treats his mum appallingly. I came so close to marching up to his room and dragging him out the bed. I'd never dream (or be allowed) to speak to my mum like that.