What Would Evan Do?

A few years back my husband surprised me with the most fabulous birthday present of all time anywhere; a hot tub. I doubt I could’ve been any more thrilled had I won the lottery, tax free. I remember dancing with delight seeing the guys from Treat’s Pools and Spas backing it up our driveway on a trailer. I recall being riveted with excitement as they placed it on our back deck. Tim was, unquestionably, my hero.

That is until we realized the hot tub wasn’t in quite the right spot on the deck. Tim informed me we wouldn’t be able to fill it up with water until we got it where it needed to go. So I suggested we just go ahead and push it into place. No, no, no…far too heavy, he told me. He said he’d need three or four guys to help with it and that he’d try to recruit some within the next couple of days.

Ummmmm…

Now I’m not greedy; however, I just got a hot tub for my birthday and—in my humble opinion—it was cruel and unusual treatment to not let me enjoy it. So in the sweetest possible way I informed him that scenario would not fly, it had to be filled today. I don’t find that demanding in the least, considering the circumstances.

At that point, an LED light clicked on in Tim’s head, as he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it until the hot tub got moved. He’d call Evan—the pool guy from Treat’s—and ask him if it was at all possible to have the guys that just delivered it come back, as they were probably only a couple of miles away at that point, and help him move the hot tub into its rightful place.

So he calls Treat’s and Evan answered. The conversation went something like this:

“Hi Evan? Tim Daly. The guys just delivered the hot tub and it looks great, but it’s in the wrong place on the deck and I was wondering if you could call them and send them back over here to help me; you see it’s really, really heavy and there’s no way I can move it by myself.”

“What?” Asked Evan incredulously—most likely wondering how much of a princess man Tim could possibly be, “Why I lift those things by myself all the time.”

Not sure what conversation followed at that point—if any—all I do remember is that Tim quietly hung up the phone, pushed his baseball cap purposefully into place, determinedly marched over to this hot tub he had just proclaimed was too heavy for him to budge without a host of guys helping him, and moved it himself—refusing help from me. I do believe he felt his manhood had been directly challenged.

From that point on in our lives, every time he’s said there was something that he couldn’t possibly do—or that he needed a bunch of guys to help him with—I simply pose him with the question, “What would Evan do?” And he’ll stand up a little taller, suck in his gut, and do whatever it was he said he was unable to do, quite competently.

Thanks Evan.  :)

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