My pushy neighbor asked me to repair some shorts she had that were patchwork (really gaudy). One of the seams of the patchwork came undone because the fabric was so cheap and it had simply frayed and come apart. I fixed it the best I could, and it didn't look bad. I put the shorts in plastic bag and hung it on her front door knob while she was at work one day. She never said a single word about it. Never again.