I’m good at waiting until after we get back.
I am good at knowing the difference between the download folder and the Downloads folder.
I am good at pulling up to the drive-thru and asking for a minute when I already know exactly what I want.
I’m good at deciding whether to see a movie or not based solely on how long it is.
I’m good at always having a band-aid on a finger for some stupid reason.
I’m good at taking it really personally when the cashier checks to see if my $20 bill is counterfeit.
I am good at complaining about little kids having too many graduation ceremonies.
I’m good at psyching people out by starting an iMessage so they see the dots that show I’m writing something, and then not sending anything.
I’m good at missing the rainbow.
I’m good at forcing myself to watch TV to ensure I’m getting a good return on my cable bill investment.
I’m good at predicting things after they’ve happened.
I’m good at layering nachos.
I’m good at singing Itsy Bitsy Spider when I think nobody’s there.
I’m good at letting people know that I know someone else with their name. (“You’re Steve? I went to college with a Steve.”)