I help out Mr. P's teacher every week. I come to the classroom on Tuesdays and she has tasks for me. Mostly they have been cutting things out, or stapling things. That sort of stuff I can do.
But yesterday she took me to the school copy machine. She explained that she wanted X number of copies of this paper, and X number of that paper, totalling well over a thousand copies.
I nodded and smiled as she went through her directions, and I waved at her as she went back to the classroom.
And then I panicked.
You see, I have a mild phobia when it comes to copy machines.
In fact, I am scared of them.
I had a bad experience once with a copy machine many, many years ago and it continues to haunt me. At my old job, I learned to master the copy machine there, but I mostly told it what to do from my computer.
But this was a hands-on type of programming and my hands were getting sweaty and my pulse was quickening. How am I going to explain to the teacher that I don't "do" copy machines?
So I did what any self-respecting coward would do and asked for help from someone else in the library.
That way, if something bad happened and a bunch of paper was wasted, I could blame her.
Because I'm all about redirecting the blame. Just ask my husband.