The repair guy charged a fair amount. I told my husband it was double. Pocketed the difference and I've been quietly stashing it toward a birthday gift for him next month.
He now genuinely believes appliance repairs in this city are just getting outrageously expensive. Actually complained about it to his friend the other day. I nodded along, straight-faced.
I've decided this is a victimless crime. The only "victim" is getting a present he has no idea is coming, funded entirely by his own faith in inflation.