We are, as millions are, all over the country, getting ready to send #3 Son off to college. Because he's going to be living on campus, there are accoutrement that need accompany him on his journey through his freshman (and hopefully sophomore, junior and senior) year. The list is extensive, but in this case, we are speaking of a refrigerator and microwave for his dorm room.
SWMBO and I were on our way to Best Buy to acquire those things for him and we thought it might be nice of #3 accompanied us.
SWMBO called him on his cell, discovering, when she did, that he was at a friend's house, watching a movie. She was told, in so many words, that he didn't want to leave, at the moment. That we could take care of it for him.
SWMBO was not pleased.
Because the cell connection wasn't all that good and the conversation between them included a lot of "What?" and "You're in a bad spot" and "Say that again, please?", SWMBO texted him the following message: "Once again I take care of something you need without any help or input from you". (she likes verbose text messages - no shortcuts for SWMBO)
His response was "Thank you."
She looked at me and said, "Apparently, he doesn't understand guilt, either."