Me: “Thank you for [doing the thing]. Especially since I said you didn’t have to follow through after I couldn’t keep my end.”
Rummer John: “Nonsense. I promised you I would [do the thing], and that’s just what I did.”
Me: “After three years, a meltdown or three, and my complete inability to can.”
RJ: “But it got done.”
Me: “Yea, it got done.”
RJ: “And let me point out that I really didn’t do anything spectacular. My role in [the thing] was very minor compared to yours. You still had to do the hard work. You still had to put yourself in the right place at the right time. And it may have taken you longer than you had hoped for, but bloody hell, girl, you did it.”
Me: “So… who’s going to take the role of strutting around like a satisfied rooster now that [the thing] is settled?”
RJ: “You ain’t got near enough feathers to cover that ass, girl, so I guess I’ll have to bear this last difficult role. Consider it my generous act of humility in this venture.”
Me: “… You fulla… ”