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ill-advised strategy
I drive this high-functioning mentally retarded guy to work at the grocery store.
He’s one of my favorite passengers because, developmentally, he’s essentially a permanent teenager and his baseline frame of reference is circa 1980ish. Imagine being fifteen without the newness and rapidly changing aspects of age fifteen...decades of experience at being fifteen(?). Something like that.
When his parents both died, and things were iffy about whether or not he could stay ay home or he’d have to move or what, I would put on some ripping music from his wheelhouse, LOUD, early Def Leppard, Rush, ACDC...sometimes just rocking out on the way to work would be such an emotional release that he’d cry and hug me.
His job at the store is to deal with bottle deposit returns...which are suspended for hygiene reasons. I picked him up yesterday, and I asked him what work was like with no bottles and cans, he’s like: I’ve been re-watching the red wings avalanche rivalry games from the 90s.
I was kind of floored. Hell yeah buddy! Great answer, doing better than me.
They say never go full retard...maybe never say never. Maybe just watch some old hockey games and listen to Ratt: Out of The Cellar at volume stoopid and get through the day...
As for the otherwise: I saw a lot of out-of-town ambulances coming and going from the hospital, and a couple of heli flights. I think we’re finally getting our late start here.
