I hate it when Random Stranger #3 totally tramples over my buttons. Neighbor-guy doesn't sound like any too much of a prize anyway (it's not women's work, it's just WORK, durnit), but that doesn't mean being triggered like that is any easier.

(Hi, by the way. I keep seeing you around and I finally got up the gumption to friend you-- You've had to come to some terrifically hard realizations in the past year or so, and I respect that.)