"I'll Wait Here In The Jeep, While Jim Tickles The Tiger's Tummy...."

     So I'm up early (work, yes, really, work again, this time per schedule) and the TV is playing one of those home-fixit shows.  The host certainly looks the part, in heavy dungarees, checked shirt, ballcap and jacket, but I can't help notice that while he does 95% of the talking and always says, "Now I'll do thus-and-such," there's an old-school carpenter in a wrinkled chambray shirt and the traditional while overalls who is actually doing just about all the work other than slapping down blue tape to make marks on.

     The host drones on and on, nearly always saying "I" while the carpenter does the job, a faint half-smile flitting across his features while the host claims credit for his work.

     Look, I'm glad there's a talker there to explain the process. The trade has plenty of tricks and the folks who know them nearly all prefer to do rather than say.  Just don't claim work you're not doing, okay?  Especially right in front of the person who's actually doing it.