Netflix got stuck on a menu screen yesterday. Elysha called for help.
I fixed it in seconds. Felt damn good doing it.
Matthew Dicks, fixing problems. Solving conundrums. Saving the day.
Later that same day, the dishwasher broke. Elysha called several appliance repair companies, somehow got a technician on the phone on a Saturday night, received instructions on how to fix it. stuck her head in the dishwasher, and repaired it herself.
My ingenious Netflix move – which took all of three seconds – now seems a lot less impressive.
Not really impressive at all.
Which kind of sucked since I can literally fix nothing, so the one time I actually make something work that wasn’t previously working, she has to come along and steal my thunder.
My teeny tiny, barely audible clap of thunder.
