I’m all cheery and shit, saying, “I have pockets.” But he reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a serious pair of ski gloves. Patagonia. “Merry Christmas,” he says. “Keep these. Happy New Year.” There are all kinds of reasons I can’t believe this. Who in the world is actually this nice? He’s giving me gloves and he doesn’t have a job. And who actually keeps gloves in their glove compartment?
