If a man asks me if he can change the oil in my car, mow my lawn, or change a flat tire - that's a favor.

Raging sense of entitlement? If I demand $900 for the pleasure of you changing the oil in my car, mowing my lawn, or changing my flat tire - or just for the privilege of basking in my company for a short while - that's entitlement.

And BJ's are not favors...