I admit, I am more often the asker, than the skilled person.
But I am always grateful!
My sister makes amazing
brownies. Gooey-centred, yummy chocolate brownies. For my 18th birthday, I can't remember if I asked or if she offered, but she made me a batch to take into school to give to my friends. They were awesome... although my 18th birthday was during Lent, so not many people had one because they'd given up chocolate. But at least that meant there were some left over for my family later on.
I did thank her, of course!
Last year, my laptop wouldn't work. I couldn't log on, and it would spend actual HOURS on the "please wait" loading screen.
So my mum said she would ask her colleague, who knows about computers/IT, if he would take a look at it, instead of me taking it somewhere and paying money. I gratefully agreed to this, and the colleague took it home with him. My laptop also got passed on to his son, who is a major computer geek. (I say this in tones of admiration - I bow down to computer geeks!)
I was so, so
grateful when they returned it working again! But I didn't pester, and I would have been perfectly willing to pay some computer repair shop to do the work if my mum's colleague and his son hadn't been willing/able to do it. The way I saw it, they were doing me a HUGE favour, that they didn't have to do.
I just don't get peoples' sense of entitlement when it comes to freebies/favours/jobs etc. "I want xyz done exactly with abc, and I need it for tomorrow!" without so much as a please or thank you, or consideration.
Some people have told me in the past that I say "thank you" a lot - too much, even. But the way I see it, if someone's doing me a favour, then why wouldn't I thank them?
I had a friend at uni who was studying Computer Science (I think that was it), and was fairly good at programming. As such, he (along with a couple of other computer-geek friends) became the default go-to guy if someone's laptop had a problem. If he felt you were abusing his kindness (or even if you were a good enough friend and he just fancied the kicks and giggles), he'd sometimes set your homepage to something explicit (I know, not really e-hell approved).
I once went for months without noticing, because he'd done it on IE, whereas I'd started using Google Chrome. Only found out because my housemate wanted to look something up on the internet and used IE!