I think my parents expected me to osmotically acquire knowledge of how to do stuff
This happened to me with pumping gas. When I was learning to drive my mother sent me out to pump the gas, and I had no idea where to start. I had to explain to her that it wasn't like I'd been paying attention. I had books!
First or second time I pumped gas, I got a faceful of it. Humiliating.
And tasted bad.
Kiefer warned staff: "I'm smashing it - can I pay for it?"
That's kinda cute. He asks permission to do his pillaging.
We're not being sent home early, but there is kind of a party atmosphere. I imagine some Austinites might be getting off early too.
Though, wait, are you in Pasedena? Because I can see why you'd get out early just on traffic issues alone.
I'm probably supposed to know what game you all are talking about, aren't I?
That's kinda cute. He asks permission to do his pillaging.
I always wanted a polite Viking.
Oh.
Why wasn't that on NY's day, or at least the day after because of the Sunday thing?
Nowhere near Pasadena. We get to go home (in theory) because it's such an important game.
We spent some time looking up the Texas mascot and colours so we'd appear a little more knowledgable, but it's a thin thin mask.