When I was a teenager I use to lie to my parents often and tell them I had to work late (worked at an assisted living facility in the kitchen). But really I just wanted to stay late and play cards with Ernest and listen to his stories. He was a 106 yr old English man who would sneak down after kitchen was closed for a cup of tea he’d sneak whiskey in. The nursing staff never would’ve allowed it. I figured heck he’s 106! He can do what he wants. And he had the best stories. I miss our visits.