Heading into the holiday weekend, my big TV wouldn’t turn on, which really bummed me out. When I called Samsung for an appointment, the company said they’d send a repairman to fix the problem, but someone would have to help him lift the TV off its mount. It wasn’t practical to hire a handyman, given the 4-hour appointment window. I called a few friends who weren’t able to commit. I considered doing the heavy lifting myself, but it wasn’t worth throwing my back out. Waaaah, I need a husband. As a last resort, I emailed a neighbor who just moved in across the hall. He and his buddy are remodeling his apartment, so they’d be home all afternoon. They were gracious and strong, and gave me a very happy ending.