Why should I help you? You are unreliable, inconsiderate and nombrilistic. Every attempt to see you taxes my tolerance. Your puerile habits of chronic tardiness, sneering contempt and name dropping are what I suffer to engage in increasingly rare conversations filled with occasional flashes of brilliance -- twinged, if I'm
lucky, with humanity.
I'm not mad -- just amused.
To cut to the chase, what favor have you ever done me? Or, rather, how could I ever rely on YOU to RETURN a favor? You are so unreliable, narcissistic and inconsiderate that I can't imagine that ever happening.
(Sent by Blackberry, so please forgive infelicities of style or grammar.)