Gemotions

The sheer audacity of it all was… rather entertaining, thought David. He watched, arms crossed, from his porch. Bertram, the man who had struggled to change a lightbulb last week, was now attempting to build an extension. The shed, a sad, pre-fabricated thing, was precariously balanced.

He raised an eyebrow as Bertram, red-faced, wrestled with a particularly stubborn piece of wood. The angle was off. Very off. David let out a small, quiet puff of air, a sort of half-suppressed exhale. He knew what was coming next. He opened the book he was reading and settled into his seat for the long run.