My little brother is a real jerk. He thinks it’s fun to watch someone make a fool of themselves. Last week, the HVAC technician was at the house working on our air conditioning unit. My brother took our old dog whistle outside and was playing with it. We hadn’t had a dog since the last one died more than a year ago. He wanted to see if the HVAC technician would use the dog whistle in an effort to see if he could fix it. I told my brother to give me the dog whistle, but he didn’t want to. He told me he was going to play a trick on the HVAC technician. My brother gave me a weird look and walked over to the tech. He told the HVAC technician his whistle was broken and wanted to know if he could fix it for him. The HVAC technician looked at my brother then over at me. He shrugged and looked at the whistle. I could tell he didn’t put the whistle in his mouth, but he handed it back to my brother. He told him there was no fixing the whistle since he was an HVAC technician and not a whistle technician. Being the nine-year-old he was, my brother pouted and tried pleading with the HVAC tech. The man took a deep breath and then took the whistle. He gave it a long look before handing it back. I thought my brother was going to drop over, when the tech told him you couldn’t fix something that wasn’t broken. He said if the dog didn’t want to listen, there was no amount of blowing the whistle that was going to make it work.