Scene: I'm already doing my prescribed work (after being needlessly reminded how to insert things into bags…by being told to insert things into bags)
Them (holding a pitchfork): I need you to move a deer carcass over the fence.
Me: -stares blankly, expecting a punchline- I am not interested in doing that. -goes back to work as they roll their eyes, sigh, and stomp off+
Not the typical K.O. post, but it was liberating to watch them realize they need me and only use me for grunt work.