"Wow!" said his friend, "where did you get that monster?" "I got it from my genie." "You have a genie?" he asked. "Yes, he's right here in my golf bag." "Could I see him?" He opens his golf bag and out pops the genie. The friend says, "I'm a good friend of your master.
It takes time to realize that refusing to tolerate someone’s behavior is not the same thing as hating them. They belong in two entirely different rooms.