The thing about living a life steeped in weirdness is- I forget how it looks to normal people. That is, until I make what I feel is an ordinary off hand remark referencing an occurrence and get a room full of silent stares, followed by confused laughter.
The thing about being at the same company for thirty one years is I occasionally pull up a document from over two decades earlier and think "What dopey kid wrote this mess?
...
Oh, it was me."
Meaning there has been time for a great many of those "ordinary off hand remark" moments.
Yup, it's time to drop more "Dad Lore."