Funny that you mentioned you had a thing for Harris Wittels. I saw this pic of him yesterday and for a second I thought that’s Andy: https://instagram.com/p/zU4FelrizF/?modal=true

I totally get the fear of old people! I suppose it’s less of a fear and more that I feel uncomfortable around them. I don’t know how to talk to them or relate. I’m so horrible I even dread seeing grandparents sometimes because it’s awkward and I don’t know how to act. I’ve always felt bad about this and it’s a bit nice to know I’m not the only one

Girl Scout Cookies USED to be made by Girls Scouts and their mothers in their kitchens, and then sold door to door. However, that was the old days, Andy. These girl scouts are now too busy with homework, sports, clubs, and other college resume building activities ;). I kid…ish. I only know this because we were looking up some cookie history earlier in the “season” because I found out that some cookies are different based on the region they’re sold in.

Shit Eating Grin is really a gross phrase. I just picture someone with poo smeared on their face. I always have heard “shit faced grin” which I assumed was just based on someone being drunk.

Love that I get to start my week with you two :).

So there’s a “Senior Living Center” across from us that invites children to have a safe indoor trick-or-treating experience in their facility every Halloween. I started taking my daughter there, mostly because it’s not outside so it’s not FREEZING COLD, and also because I thought the residents probably enjoy it. This past year was our second time. They set up the residents in chairs or their wheelchairs along the sides of the hallways, and put up signs and arrows and basically have the kids parade up in down in front of the residents, who hand them candy. As my daughter was in line at one of the ‘stations’ waiting her turn for candy, a lady (a resident) asked, “What’s your name?” I thought she was talking to my daughter who was next to me. I tapped her on the shoulder so she’d answer and the sweet old lady looked me right in the eyes and said, “What’s YOUR name?” I answered, “Jason”. She replied with “Joseph? John?” and a bunch of other incorrect names before asking, “It’s not Joshua?” I said no, and she said, “It’s Joshua?” At that point I just said, “close enough” and tried to move on. A lady around my age was sitting 2 chairs down and saw my discomfort and says, “Oh, that’s my mom, she just thinks your her son.” WHAT THE HELL? Why would you tell me that? Nothing else - no help at all with what I’m supposed to say or do next. Did I just cause this woman unmeasurable grief by making her think her dead son had come back to see her then left again? Does she think EVERY male is her son and then she forgets 15 seconds later? I felt SO BAD for this lady and her way-too-casual daughter. If I’d had any idea what I could have told her to make her feel better I would have, but I just left feeling horrible.

TL; DR - I totally get the ‘afraid of old people’ thing.

I also work data entry for a healthcare provider, processing assessments and nursing home visits. I’ve cried at work twice so far in 3 months.

They are still amazing, though. At said Halloween event, we were walking down the hallway to leave, and there’s 3 chairs, 2 residents, and an employee. The employee has the giant bag of fun sized hershey’s, and is handing it to the resident next to her, and telling her to hand it down to the other resident too so they both can pass out candy to the kids. The second resident has a HUGE pile of wrappers on the floor under her and is scarfing down every peanut butter cup and chocolate bar she gets her hands on. The middle resident finally notices what’s going on and says, “Come on (name), you’re not supposed to be eating them!” Which causes her to grin and double down on her eating. Made me so happy.