I feel sorry for Netflix era kids. They will never know the high stakes adrenaline of running to the bathroom/fridge/bedroom in a single ad break, with the beckoning call of a sibling screaming “It’s ONNNNNN” to send you hurdling over furniture to get back in time.
I have moments of weakness where I let people who have done me wrong back in my life but thennnnn I get these flashbacks, don’t want them around anymore, and then it’s like I’m the one that “switched up” 🙂
No homie. I just remembered exactly what you did. 🙂