Post

Man, my car goes a hundred miles a second or whatever. Take your time. No one needs to rush. Don’t trip or get sweaty on my part.

This is the flip side of the equally middle aged ‘get a load of this guy’ face I make when the car doesn’t back up

Bonus points if you get to the other side and put your hands on your knees, like you need a minute to catch your breath after all that exertion.

Table stakes

i'm more of a 1000 yard death gaze guy, if i even acknowledge them, but this has taken YEARS of self reflection and work.