The other day the wife and I were streaming episodes of Mad About You. For those who have not seen it, it's a 90s sitcom about Paul and Jamie, a pair of mildly mismatched 30-something newlyweds in a New York City apartment.
In the episode we were watching, Jamie's parents come over to visit for the first time, and right away her dad says something to the effect of, "I'll fix that door latch for you, where's your screwdriver?" And Paul does not have one. The show riffs on that for a little while, and I'm not sure who is being made fun of; Paul, or the dad.
Later I chatted with an apartment-dwelling friend, who told me that while they have a collection of basic tools, their building's maintenance person says that's unusual. The majority of tenants have no tools at all, and must rely on the maintenance staff for even the simplest repair or adjustment.
Imagine living like that. How would it make you feel? It would make me feel vulnerable and useless. I need to know I can fix what goes wrong. Otherwise what good am I?
In the episode we were watching, Jamie's parents come over to visit for the first time, and right away her dad says something to the effect of, "I'll fix that door latch for you, where's your screwdriver?" And Paul does not have one. The show riffs on that for a little while, and I'm not sure who is being made fun of; Paul, or the dad.
Later I chatted with an apartment-dwelling friend, who told me that while they have a collection of basic tools, their building's maintenance person says that's unusual. The majority of tenants have no tools at all, and must rely on the maintenance staff for even the simplest repair or adjustment.
Imagine living like that. How would it make you feel? It would make me feel vulnerable and useless. I need to know I can fix what goes wrong. Otherwise what good am I?