People have a special talent for generosity when it costs them nothing. And if there is one thing (although there are actually about 500) that can drive me angry enough to lose it. Is when people volunteer MY time. And it doesn’t matter how virtuous the cause is, how noble the intentions are, if I didn’t sign up for it? Forget my guy!

My time isn’t Monopoly money you get to spend like life is a game. And that time is on the weekend?! Oh wow, then the minute you offered it to something different than what i had planned is the minute you’ve drawn a friendly «Go to Jail» card, with love, from me.

And that’s what happened to this unlucky individual is his sibling made one dinner turn into emotional debt collection by casually volunteering someone else’s weekend like it’s community service. The plan started innocently enough. A family meal, a bit of small talk, and then the moment when a cousin mentions needing help moving. Before a single fork touches the plate again, the sibling pipes up that help is already on the way. From someone else’s body.