"You want me to help carry an eighty pound receiving dish up a metal scaffold during a snowstorm?!" Farley asked, shaking his head to make his feelings obvious.
"No one's forcing you to do anything, Andrew. The Rabbi and I can do it. Why don't you sit this one out?" Matt said without emotion.
The shame tactic worked, along with the clear knowledge that the Rabbi, with his slight build, would struggle even more mightily in the task.
"All right, but you're buying the first round at The Applesauce tonight. And I expect there will be several."
The Rabbi balked. "Of course, we're assuming no one's home at the parsonage and no one will see us, most especially passing patrolmen..."
"So the sooner we get this over with the better," Matt finished the thought.
"OK, girls, you know the drill,"
