In my travelling days I used to regularly meet a bloke in the Ryanair queue, we became pally and used to meet in the cafe before our regular return flights from Poland on Thursdays. One evening I asked him what his plans were for the weekend.
“oh, I’m painting the lounge”
“what colour?”
”no idea”
”don’t you get a say?”
”don’t be daft, I don’t want to do it twice”.