I don’t think the odds are in his “favor.”

May the odds be ever in your favor. Yes, with added emphasis on the “favor.” As in someone level-jumping your relationship and asking for one.

Fast-forward to me at The Reaping: “I volunteer! I volunteer! Pick me! Pick me! Anything is better than this bullshit.”

Unbeknownst to everyone I had previously and surreptitiously taped my winning ticket to the bottom of the fishbowl. They knew how to handle it from there. They’re smooth that way…

But then I woke up and it was too late. I had already foolishly replied, “Yeah, I’ll do you that favor.”

This is where the fun begins.

During the act of accepting the favor request I added, “I’ll do ya the solid. All I ask is that you call before stopping by and never call or stop by before seven in the morning. That’s all I ask of you.” (I sang the last part, again, for added emphasis.)

“No problem, no problem!” I was assured.

Surprise twist, though. Despite being such an exceedingly simple request it turned out to be a big problem.
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