Back in her room she moaned and carried on as I helped her into her clothes. I couldn't make her happy. Finally, as I worked her feet through the legs of her pants, I looked at her and said, "You know, if you would be nice to people, they would be a lot nicer to you."
"I don't want them to be nice to me!" she growled.
"Well, I think you do," I said, "I know I want people to be nice to me."