The time when you have important information for someone.
But you know the only thing they will do is report it back to their pit bull that you reached out.
And the rabid beast will eviscerate you both and the problem (that they helped create) will never get fixed.
It’s hard to do the right thing when it means everyone is going to need a rabies shot.
So why even bother.
I’d ask when folks have time to cook or clean or work or be a decent human being. But women always know the answer before they ask any question.
They don’t.
I guess all I can do is be grateful that I don’t have some ankle biter in charge of anything related to my financial and general well being.
That and send flowers to the whip-smart, focused, Twitter-less gal who does my taxes.