So, my brother is putting in an interlocking stone patio.
He spent the evening bringing the dirt from The Hole up the hill and into the waiting dumpster while Husband used a gas-powered tamper to mash the remaining dirt into a hard, level surface.
The tamper closely resembles a jack hammer in that it vibrates up and down.
During dinner, Husband commented on the aftereffects of said vibrations.
Husband: My hands are numb.
Brother: Lucky you. It’ll feel like someone else is doing it.
Husband is confused.
Brother: You know. The Friendly Stranger.