End of story? That’s what people say when they lack a counter-argument.
I looked around. The acoustics were different. The toilet would flush differently. The walk to the refrigerator was longer. young sheldon s02e12 m4b
I escaped to the concession stand. It was slightly quieter, though the smell of hot dogs was chemically offensive. While waiting in line, I observed the crowd. They were happy. Genuinely happy. These people—who drove pickup trucks and said ‘y’all’ unironically—found joy in this chaos. End of story