A reminder to confirm age.
I chatted with someone in the autumn last year. It didn't go beyond a few text messages before trailing off to non-contact. But as sometimes happens, I had her snapchat somehow, which I don't think I saw any content from until now. This weekend it was clear that she's in still in High School--class of 2024. I assume that if I'd met this person in 2019, I'd have had the presence of mind to verify her age. And I likely would have received some contextual red flags if we'd communicated more than briefly. But still, there's a reminder that the prison term for a little bad luck and lack of caution would be measured in years, not months. It's like reading news about a deadly shark attack at the site of your last vacation.