It’s like this, Sara says. Joel has a bad day, someone gives him shit at work, a customer is a freak about the service warranty, you know, something like that, and he’s hurting, all wrung-out, so I take over dinner and dishes and let him sit and chill. He gets what he needs without having to ask for it. When I have a crap day — and I have a lot, you know? Those people who come into my branch all have ambient temperature IQs. Hell, the other day, this woman says she…
