Nice job, caregiver

Her: Yeah, my friend is doing a midnight improv show. And, I'm just wondering if you think that would be an okay place for a kid or not really.
Me: I would say that it isn't.
Her: Why? Because of language.
Me: Possibly. We recommend 17 and up for all shows. With it being an improv show, we really don't know ahead of time what is going to be said. So, yeah, I would say it would be a bad idea to bring a child for that fact.
Her: So, if I bring the kid, will you just not let us in?
Me: How old is the kid?
Her: Seven.


Seven. Never you mind our age minimum being (inexplicably) ten years old, why won't he be in bed at midnight? The little scamp needs a night of 'fucks' and blowjob jokes before being tucked in, I guess. Ahh, to be young...

While driving in to work...

Outside of a banking center, I saw a stroller on the sidewalk. In the stroller, a set of triplets. Here are my reactions in the exact order as they happened.

"Whoa! Triplets! You never see triplets ever! At least I don't...Where's their mom? What the fuck is wrong with people?! They're going to leave their babies sitting on the sidewalk while they just run in to the ATM?...Oh, this jogger is...NOT THEIR DAD! It's just a jogger! Who do these kids belong to? Seriously...in this day and age, who would leave their babies sitting on the sidewalk like that? People are morons. Especially triplets. They're so rare. People would love to steal those three. Actually...it'd probably be harder to steal three babies at the same time. Any person who tried that would be totally deserving of the stress that, I'm sure, comes from taking care of THREE babies. You'd have to be an idiot to steal all three. Yeah...those kids are probably safe there. Well played."

Yeah. All of that. I was at a red light for most of it.