One summer day – and it was just one time – Bug Cheese’s (a.k.a. Señor Jefé) wife called me for a favor.
She said she wanted to give her old man balloons and a plate of Rice Krispies Treats for his birthday that day, and “would I be kind enough to meet her at the door, take them from her, and give it to him personally?”
When she showed up, I convinced her (after a bunch of convincing) to walk over to Bug Cheese’s office so she could bestow all the love and birthday wishes on him, her husband.
It’d be a cold day in Hell that I would give him balloons and Rice Krispies treats as a surrogate from his wife.
That is not my job.