scene: mister monkey on a ladder, moi on a bucket, he, wiring a heavyish pendant lamp, me, holding it up, my arms practically falling off due in large measure to my total lack of anything resembling a good physical condition.
moi: how do electricians do this stuff? they must be good at this sort of thing, right?
mr. monkey: hmmm? yes. they are professionals.
moi: so do you think they do this sort of thing alone?
mr. m: yes.
moi: how do they do it alone?
mr. m: they have helpers.