I'm a really, really happy person... but I was not happy trying to patch these jeans. Took about an hour afterward before I suddenly burst out laughing and felt like myself again. I did such a bad job. I told him that in the future, I would be happy to patch knees for him. I can do that, no problem. But when the hole is on a seam, I'm not doing it. I did tell him I'd teach him how to thread the machine if he wants to try it, but I added, "If you try it once, you'll see how ridiculous this is, I promise." It's time to let them go.