It was like that with my ‘69 Cultass. The engine was so loud, the ordertakers at Sonic asked me to turn my car off one day, and I simply got into the habit.
My mom is a cafeteria lady and while she doesn’t get them from the kids she has full on jewelry, shirts and vests as well as hat and socks for every major holiday.
If the machine was a high track, it would be my dad. He still runs a dozer to this day. Surprisingly, I can run his machine and several others. That’s what you get for bing an only girl and tagging alone after your dad.
That’s my dad, seriously.