One of the things I needed to do today was pack my suitcase for tomorrow’s flight. I still can’t get my head around this, no matter how many times it happens:
“You need to pack your suitcase, I’m too busy to do it.”
“No problem, I prefer to pack it anyway. You don’t need to pack it. I’m not a child.”
I proceed to pack my bag in a neat and organized manner (I’m a little fussy, I like things to be shaped the same, so I use a little folding thing that makes most things the same shape, so they’re easier to fit).
“Ok, all done. There’s spare room in there in case you need it.”
<She looks at my compact and efficiently-packed bag, all the shirts here, all the socks there, even edges, nothing crammed, and says…>
“No, no, no, that’s all wrong! Get out of the way! I’ll do it! I should have just done it to begin with!”
Then she repacks it, and it looks more or less the same, except maybe the shirts are over here, and the socks are over there, instead of the other way round.