Um, no, lady, I just like the dust on the freaking blinds.
"Do you want me to open them for you?"
Geez, don't take yourself away from your
And don't get your shorts in a wad when I walk away after you open them. The point is that they're open, not that I sit there and stare at the little rat-dog who spends all day on a balcony in the next building. He won't jump anyway, and I have other things to do.
Like howl at the blinds to the patio, until you get up and open those, too.