The OMNI-PROFICIENT-ONE came today. (Much more accurate word than "handyman".) First task on his list---well, Miss Creative's list---was replacing the toilet. (I never mince words. As you know.) And I was going to help the OMNI-PROFICIENT-ONE.
Point out all his mistakes. Make tactful suggestions. (I'm very diplomatic, after all. And knowledgeable about toilets.) That was my plan, anyway. Before I saw him. After I saw him...well, my plan changed. Because...um...well, because he was way over six feet tall.
So I helped Miss Creative organize her studio instead. (In the middle of it all, Miss Creative got a headache. Can you believe it? No stamina. She had to go lie down. It was nothing to do with me, of course.) But I did manage to check up on things just as the OMNI-PROFICIENT-ONE was about finished. He had done a terrific job, I had to admit.
Even without my superior Even without my suggestions.