Recycling again. A text conversation between Son-Two and I from 2008, when he was a freshman in college.
Out of nowhere, after 10 p.m. comes this text from Son-Two: What hand does an engagement ring go on?
Son-Two: Thanks. Lol. No worries.
Me: Was hopin' not.
Son-Two: Yeah, a friend was wondering.
Me: Yeah, it goes on same hand/finger as wedding ring.
Son-Two: Yeah. I was right, but they needed reassurance.
Me: Oh--they aren't acquainted with your perpetual rightness?
Son-Two: They are. They just resent it.
Me: I feel your pain.
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