Not even that.

Me, in a bad mood. Yeah, it happens. Like, say, when my time is completely wasted in the process of lending a hand. Again. And worse than usual.

Part of me asked if I expected some sort of reward. I almost laughed aloud. I don't even expect recognition. Lucky to get even the most cursory acknowledgement that I even did anything. It's an assumption that my time and effort is a low-end commodity.

Yes, some of you are already thinking what had occurred to me as well... and you're right. You're right.

Hey, I can always stop.