The girl knows how to fold clothes. She often comes over and we chat while I fold laundry and our boys play. Only she ends up refolding everything I have ever folded because it is not straight enough. My linen closets and kitchen towel drawers are impeccable because of her. (I offer to do the same favor for her when the boys play at her house and she is folding laundry, but I am not allowed near her clean clothes). Every so often my husband will open his t-shirt drawer and say, "JTD was here, huh?" because he knows that even if I spent all day trying, t-shirts that I have folded could not be as beautifully folded as the ones she folds.
And to top that off, when she was done folding for my closet, she spent 45 minutes on the phone with some Apple tech support guy in India trying to figure out how to get my wireless connection working again. She has a way with men like I have never seen. Despite the fact that my AppleCare account is expiring and he should not have talked to her without charging $45, he totally helped her, waited patiently on the phone while she crawled around under my desk looking for wires, and ultimately they got it fixed.
I love my neighbors.