i used to do far too much, sometimes silly things.
there was a priest who used to ask/tell me to drive his cassock to another church, as it was heavy.
he was in his 30s, six foot two, and it couldn't have been too heavy to wear, but to carry a mile, it was.
he also used to assume that i would drive him anywhere, and tell people he was coming, before asking me.
i found this difficult. i felt snookered as i didn't want to let down these other people.
he even declined another lift one time to a distant meeting, saying oh i have my chauffeur.
that really annoyed me, he hadn't asked me if i was going to that meeting.
one day he said he had invited another preacher.
i said nothing.
i knew he wanted me to jump to offer to bring them. he went on, that she had a child... difficult to travel etc.
i still said nothing.
he went on, trying to prompt the expected offer.
i then said, well i can't say i'll bring her because i have no intention of bringing her.
he almost tripped over.
and i enjoyed that delicious moment of being the worm that turned. and nearly tripped him up.