I give him a little shove, not hard enough to hurt or move him, but enough to startle him. “Did you just push me?” he asks in disbelief. “So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” He gives me a look like he has no fucking idea what to do with me. Well, he better figure it the fuck out, because after that nice little trip down memory lane, I think I’m owed a bit of a reward.