A rare tussle with the missuhs. She goes to the grocery store and forgets her wallet. So she calls me on her mobile, asking me to stop what I was in the middle of working from home, to give up my parking spot before the street sweepers come tomorrow morning (all the spots on the "safe" side of the street have already been taken, and she parks in our garage), and to drive over to the grocery store to deliver her wallet.
I don't think so.

I love you, but I've got limits.