Evidence Supporting the Little-Discussed Possibility That I May Not Be a Responsible Adult

I kinda strong-armed Asher into driving back from Longwood Gardens because I was hungry, never mind that he was both tired and hungry...

"When is your inspection?" he asked.

"I dunno. October maybe?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's this month. Unless this sticker is wrong."

"Really? Huh. That's... huh. I don't know when I would have noticed that if you hadn't pointed it out."

Inspection Friday.