“Can you please rewrite it? It’s ugly.”
“No, you do it.”
Ugh. “Whatever, just send it the way it is then.”
I disdained my brother’s penmanship on an envelope he was going to mail. It was ugly, scribbled all the way across the back with inconsistent type.
Later that night:
“Let me show you how it’s done. Gimme, I’ll rewrite it.”
I took a fresh envelope and as my brother watched, I expertly penned the address he’d scrawled.
“See? Looks so much nicer.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You can do it t-”
“It’s upside down… Hahahahaha.”