I was at a liquor store. A store I stopped to. Ran in to get some chips, whatever the case may be. Where was the kid? He was standing outside near the door, so I parked my car. I get out. You got to walk to the front of the liquor store. Walked to the front. He kind of, like, hanging out in front. He's like, hey, hey, what's up, bro? What's up, OG? I'm like, what's going on? He's like, hey, man, had the $20 bill sticking out of his hand, facing towards him. He's like, hey, can you grab me a beer? I'm looking like, bro, like, how old are you? How old do you think he was? I knew he didn't look 21. I can say that because the fact that you're asking me to buy you a beer, it tells me that you're not 21. But he wasn't, like, a middle school kid. Like, he wasn't super young. But I'm like, how old are you? He was, like, 18. I was just like, nah, bro. Kept it moving and just went into the store and handled my business. And for you. I can't do that. I would. Undercover police officer. You say he went on wire? I would think that too. No, honest to God, that's where my brain goes. I didn't think that much. I just didn't want to like, he'd get in a car, drive somewhere. I didn't want that to be on my conscience.