Maybe this will make the OP feel better.
Just this morning I was futzing around in the driveway, getting things in order for my snowbird departure.
A neighbor, 5 doors down, whom I had never met pulls up in his golf cart and says "I noticed you couldn't get to the top of your holly bush when you and your wife were trimming. I have an 8-foot ladder. Would you like to borrow it?"
Sure, so we go back to his place, get the ladder, set it up and he looks at me and says "are you comfortable with ladders?" I said "not totally but I have never fallen off one, yet", so he says "here, I'll do it. I've spent most of my life on ladders", so he proceeds to trim the top of the holly bush for me.
My neighbor's name is Larry. He's a nice man. For every jerk like the guy in the OP, there are dozens and dozens of Larrys in TV.
Take a few deep breaths, and be thankful to live here, with all of the Larrys.
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