Note: No neurotypicals were harmed in the making of this amusing anecdote.
When I was 17, I had a job washing up in a pub (The Rose and Castle in Ansty).
The manageress was an intimidating neurotypical.
She would breeze in, look me straight in the eyeballs and ask “You alright, Charlie?”.
I would always drop a plate.
Eventually she learned, and stopped staring into my eyeballs and asking me confusing questions.
Her remaining plates were safe.
Ausome Charlie 
I have read this five times and smile more broadly at each reading. Its humour and message is so punchy and needs no more lines than it offers, to deliver its point so beautifully. A treat to read.
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Awesome thanks 😊 This is the style I want my book to be in. Short funny chapters
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