That's Kind Of Like Helping An Old Lady Across The Road When She DIdn't Want To Cross The Road

Sometimes my life would be easier if people didn’t help me so much. Today, for instance, when a kid pulled my emergency tornado evacuation poster off the wall.

“Here. It was falling down. So I got it for you.”

“That’s very helpful of you, but it was only loose on one corner.”

“But it was going to fall.”

“I just walked past it. All I do is push it back on the wall. Why are you taking the sticky squares off?”

“Because they are stretched out.”

“That happens when you pull it off the wall while it’s still stuck.” “

“No, they aren’t flat, so it won’t stick good.”

“They’re sticky squares. They stick to anything. They’ll stick to the trash bag when you throw them away.”

“Here. What do you want me to do with this sign?”

“Well, I’d like you to put it back where you got it, but now there’s nothing to make it stick. I’ll have to put nine more sticky squares on it. I don’t have time for that right now.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Put it on the table back here until I get time to put it back up. Why don’t you just go around the room ripping all my posters off the wall and taking off their sticky squares?”

”Okay.”

“Sit back down. That was a rhetorical question, requiring no answer and no action.”

“Oh. I thought you wanted me to take them down.”

“No. Just like I didn’t want you to take the first one down.”

“I was only trying to help.”