I may have talked about this before, but part of the reason the cast members always go outside by this wall to talk is because of a place I worked for a long time. The smokers always used to go out on one side of the building and have their smoke breaks there. As the staff changed I would find myself out there talking to people before and after work, sometimes hours after the store closed. Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome, or something, but I remember those times pretty fondly. I guess I just liked listening to people talk. I heard a lot of stories and gave a lot of advice sitting in that parking lot. I guess maybe I’m just doomed to be everyone’s big brother. That’s how it felt a lot of the time anyway. Most of those people probably can’t even remember my name now. I wonder if I helped.