At this point, I shouldn’t be surprised that my dad’s friends are Very Weird, but this guy has a long waist-length white beard, looked me up and down while I was stretching, and said, “Wow, you have the body type for speleology! I’ve got connections. Tell me…. are you interested in working for the NPS?”
I have to say, if a weird old man is going to make unprompted comments about my body, comparing me to a cave salamander and offering a job reference to the park service is the best possible scenario.
That guy sounds like the good type of weird old dude.
Absolutely. I hope he visits again. He got down on the floor to cuddle with my dog, told me that he truly believes Bigfoot is real, and referred to me as “part of the shining protege generation of science”, offering no explanation or clarification for this beyond stroking his Santa beard and gesturing vaguely.
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