About how terrible dh is and how he's sub-sperm donor status (because she has an opposition to taking care of the children properly and we don't) and what bad people we are, we pull into her driveway tonight to drop off the kids and she goes, "Oh, before you go - can you do me a favor?" and then proceeds to go on and on about how her lawn mower may be broken but she's not sure if it is or if my oldest stepson just can't get it working, and the repair shop has this long wait time and blah blah blah so will dh look at it for her? It's a good thing I had sunglasses on because my eyes rolled so hard it hurt.
Dh blew her off by telling her his back was hurting too much right now to mess around with it (which is true, but I doubt he would have obliged even of it didn't hurt). We got into our van, looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Is she serious?" He said that had dsd not been standing right there he would have had a hard time not saying, "F--- no."

Horrible, scum of the Earth people we are... til she needs something.