My partner in an ongoing technical writing project doesn’t like me when I make late editorial changes.
The
horses locked in small pens don’t appreciate me smiling in my happiness as I
drive by them on my way home.
The frumpy
clerk at Lowes is upset with me because of my recent defective product return.
Prabkeerat
What’s-His-Face didn’t like me when I told him I understood less than half of
what he said when I called for help with a computer.
But the
chickadees living in the trees outside my door like me because I feed them
crushed walnuts and having them liking me is enough to tip the balance in my favor.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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