Scott wanted a college girl. What he got was a weirdo showing up at his work looking like a drug dealer.
Scott wanted a nuclear family, what he got was being dragged into fandoms and weird scifi.
I found out yesterday, after refusing to come anywhere near me on previous Halloweens when I would sport a stroked on mascara beard that looks freakishly real, he saved this next picture from this year’s Halloween on his phone after sending all the rest to the cloud. It took twenty years, but I think he’s good with it now. He wanted a wife/mother/housekeeper/cook, what he got was a best friend for life.