So I was at a house for reasons and there was a very autistic guy there.
I thought he was just a douche doing workouts cuz "kids these days".
Nope! Non-functioning autist. He didn't have a choice.
In retrospect, I wish I didn't have to point toward him to explain where the remotes were, and that I'd dropped a "Henlo, fren" with a thumbs up, at some point…
Then I'm glad I didn't because I'm not about to give someone who can't control their motor skills my phone number cuz we am fren nao.
He'd get mad at me because he swore he'd called and thinks I'm only pretending to have not gotten the calls.