Client at work is exactly my type, walking them to their property.

I would never act on that while I'm on the clock, but it's fun.

Go to pull my keys out of my pockets. Baggy of anti-depressants fall out of my pocket

"Oh... drugs huh? "

Me: /unable to respond... at all. Goes about our meeting as if nothing happened.

'No, just the stuff helping me live my life in relative functionality'

This is a pretty good snapshot of my general quality of life

nooooo

'_'

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