I’ve got this friend of mine that likes to make me feel like an idiot ... more than my usual amount of idiot.

The other day I stopped by his shop in the morning on my way to work. We’ve known each other forever, so I’ll do this on a semi-regular basis just to bug him. The other day when I stopped by, before I even got my foot in the door, he was asking me if I could help him fix his electrical service. If you’ve ever read this column before, you might be aware that I am pretty far down on the list of people to assist on any kind of electrical project or most projects in general.

Before I could even answer him with a resounding “no,” he had moved on to telling me something about it being a three-phase junction box thing-a-ma-jiggy, and it had to be moved. As I was preparing to tell him where he could put his three-phase whatchamacallit, he was moving on to some other part of the project that needed to be done. How rude!