September 7, 2019
I'm being unfair to Ally. She's been nothing but nice. It's 11 p.m. My three-hour 7-11 friend is restocking the canned goods aisle, shouting instructions at me in a way that reminds me of how my older sister lovingly (I say this unironically) relinquishes the household reins to me on weekends when she has to work. Being the youngest sibling has its pros and cons, as some of you know firsthand. But that's another story. Let's focus on my new friend, Ally. She shook my hand when we met earlier. Not many people do that now, yeah?