It’s late at night. You wander around your friend’s house since he decided to go to sleep at 8:00. You hear the garage open and decide to check it out. At the garage, you see your friend’s mom sitting in a wooden chair, her phone in her pocket with wired earbuds in both her ears, and a bottle of scotch in her hand as she gazes at the sky, totally unaware of your presence. Note: she’s only 36.