My brother has this incredible way of expressing his distaste for work. Any kind of work. Even the kind of work that requires moving your body and hands.
Rachel: Kindred, can you go grab your baseball shirt?
Kindred: Where is it?
Rachel: I am pretty sure YOUR ROOM.
two seconds later
Kindred: My shirt is missing. It's not there.
Rachel: Did you check YOUR ROOM? In YOUR DRAWER?
Kindred: It's not there. It's missing.
Rachel: I just did laundry and it went to your room. Can you check again.
Kindred: But I just came downstairs. Do you know where it is?
Rachel: I think it's in YOUR ROOM. Probably in YOUR DRAWER.
Kindred: Fine.
three seconds later.
Rachel: Looks like you found it. Where was it?
Kindred: The only place I didn't look.
Rachel: Where was that?
Kindred: My room. In my shirt drawer.
(story told by Rachel Willford)
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