By noon today, I had pretty much won.
I figured out how to make the fake pockets on my shirt lay flat, without the aid of an iron, or safety pins.
I formulated a plan to (legally) get human remains across an international border.
I got the woman in the public washroom stall next to me to stop having her TMI phone conversation, without saying a single word.
This life thing? Yeah, I’ve clearly got this all figured out.
(I should probably get an advice column. It’s the next logical step.)