Since my ASD kid wrecked his car, I’m driving him to and from work now. About 140 miles, and two hours of my life, daily. This morning he wanted to deposit his Trump check. Naturally, he left his debit card in the ATM machine. Two hours later he calls in tears, and asked me to drive to his bank to look for it. Big benefit of living in a small town. The card was still inserted in the ATM machine, two hours later. Lucky mofo.