He is NOT old enough to be married, let alone have a kid.
Nope. Just, nope.
I must remember this.
Oh, I forgot to tell y’all, I had a nice ending to the “snow angels” day (when my neighbors were Good Samaritans and snow-blowed (snow-blew?) my car free) and then another coda to the whole thing.
One of the last customers of the night, I complimented her bracelet. She promptly took it off & handed it to me. “It’s yours!”
I demured, but she explained that the “Ask” letters on the beads were for the mental health? suicide awareness? charity she’s involved with, so I told her I’d wear it with honor.
Thus I started, and ended, the day with a random stranger giving me a gift.
I wore it for a bit, and it truly is lovely - some of the beads are sea turtles - but it’s even more in the style of Special Co-worker as she wears bracelets in a very similar look.
So when I picked her up today, I gave it to her. I told her a stranger randomly gave it to me, so - leaving out the snowblowers, and the mental health nonprofit - I told her I was randomly giving it to her.
I fibbed a bit, and told her the “ASK” beads are to remind her to always be curious about things in life, and that if something is interesting to her, ask about it!
(Not the worst white lie I’ve ever told.)
She immediately zeroed in on the turtles. 
I call her special b.c she’s on the spectrum and still at 22 attends an alternate high school.
Doesn’t drive, and frankly, shouldn’t. Has some other mental issues.
My first day, when I introduced myself, she simply stared at me, wordless.
Talk about unsettling.
She also has ADHD and has to be constantly reminded of things we just told her.
But she’s one of our crew & part of the family; she does have her strengths (her memory & power of observation are quite sharp) and has really come out of her shell in the past year or so; we are all absolutely protective of her, even if she does drive all of us nutz sometimes.
Wasn’t that Herbie?
My “incoming cold” felt much better as soon as I got to work, so I’m starting to strongly suspect the air quality in my bedroom.
Let’s see if management 1a.) takes forever to replace the furnace filter, or 2b.) cancels the request and tells me it’s my damn problem.
In which case … hmph.
But I do also really need to sweep/swiffer/rollsuck the floors. I’m sure the rampant dust bunnies aren’t helping matters.
AH CRAP that reminds me, I forgot to stop for distilled water so I can waterboard myself rinse my sinuses.
Aw, man. That means I gotta put on … oh, hey, I haven’t taken my pants off yet!
Lazy FTW!
Besides, the biiiiiig bin still needs to go hang out with its friend Mr. Curb (there’s a box of stinky cat poop in there, I definitely want that picked up in the morning) and the storm door out front is bangin’ away like some floozy, so I guess socks’n’shoes were in my near future anyway.
After all that exertion, I think a steamy hot shower (with bonus waterboarding!) will be on the agenda.
Off to obtain torture supplies distilled water.