Me: "I have no way of reaching that."
Him: "You can climb on a chair or something, right?"
Me: *after a moment of stunned disbelief* "No, I can't. I use a walking stick because of my poor balance. There's no possible way I can safely climb onto a chair."
|Perhaps like this? Is this what you had in mind, Mr Landlord?|
Not only that, but I told him I was disabled when I first left work. Of course, when he asked why, and I said "Chronic Fatigue Syndrome" he said, "Yeah, I probably have that too." So I guess expecting him to make the leap from 'regularly uses walking stick' to 'probably shouldn't try standing on a chair to do gutter repairs' was too much to ask.
I'm just glad I didn't have brainfog today, or I might have been too fuzzy to argue and ended up in the hospital.
*Photo by quinn.anya used with a Creative Commons license