The other day Bill got really mad at me and I couldn't figure out why. After asking a few questions he blurted out that I no longer did as much for him as before. Considering I was now doing more I asked him just what it was that I wasn't doing? He couldn't think of any thing and then said in an injured tone - 'I pee and poop for myself. And I take my own shower!'
I did keep from laughing as I assured him that he had always done those things for himself and I was so glad that he still could manage them. At that he smiled and went back to fighting with his computer.

I lived in several communities with home owner associations. They were horrible, with no pity for anyone. They were simply people who had lost their power and this was some semblance of getting it back. I got reported for my wheels squealing on the cobblestones when i took my kids to school one morning and my husband got reported for wearing his shorts in the lobby to pick up the mail. I can assure you that he found some new way to torment their sensibilities.