New fire shed in the locality over from ours. Fully decked out with kitchen, comfortable couches etc.
Meanwhile, bunch of crafting grandmas need somewhere to meet after losing their previous location.
A brigade member tells them to use the new fire shed, it’s empty most of the time anyway.
Win-win!
But no! Some (excuse me while I go full Australian) bloody drongo shows up and tells the grandmas to bugger off.
Brigade member says, not on, mate, and tells the district fire chief.
Who signs the grandmas up as auxiliary brigade members.
Problem solved! With a side of not-very-malicious compliance.
(Also, now the grandmas will come to the annual meeting and you better believe they’ll bring snacks: win-win-WIN)