Um, one thing I — one notable time I remember, we were doing a puzzle at my mom’s. It was many years ago, before I had kids. I probably was married, but I don’t think I had any kids yet. And we um, at Christmas time, my mom had set up a puzzle in the living room and — ‘cause there was family coming in and stuff and it was something to do together, and it was a puzzle of a quarter. And so it was kinda tricky because it was all pretty, very much the same color.
And I worked and worked and worked and worked on that puzzle. And my brother worked on it and my mom worked on it, and my sister-in-law, she would stand there looking at it but she never put any pieces in. She couldn’t seem to, you know, she couldn’t see where pieces went. She would look at it and then she’d wander off and do something else. Well, we, uh, worked on that puzzle for quite a while. And finally we got it done, except there was one piece missing. And I was like, “Ah, man, I hate that, when you get to the end of the puzzle and it turns out there’s a piece missing.”
Well, lo and behold, who had that piece but my sister-in-law, that instead of putting any pieces in, she took one so that she could put in the last piece. And that was a really good lesson for me to never ever work on a puzzle with her again. ‘Cause she played dirty.