You know how you go to work at your lunch lady job, and the maintenance man retires, the one who is the nicest man on the planet, who greets your son at school every day with a high-five and a smile and treats him like he doesn’t have a special need in the world, when really your son would rather listen to “Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy” on his electric piano on the highest volume, ALL day long than do anything else, and the nicest man on the planet draws you funny pictures, and would do anything for anyone, and makes work totally non-work-like, and the school has an assembly for him and the kids sing “In My Life” and you start crying SUPER hard, and then the nicest man on the planet sees your son in the crowd and picks him up, and your son says, “I wish that you would never leave”, and then they hug in front of the entire school and you sob so violently that when you go back to the cafeteria you can barely roll up the turkey wraps?

Yeah, me too.

Goodbye, Mr. B.  We love you.

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