The cafeteria is buzzing. Nine-year-old Sheldon, wearing a crisp short-sleeved button-down and a perfectly knotted bowtie, stands before the soda fountain with a clipboard. He is staring intensely at the "Orange Blast" nozzle.
He pulls a small wrench from his briefcase and begins tinkering with the machine. Young Sheldon:
In the autumn of 1990, while my peers were preoccupied with the primitive ritual of high school football, I was focused on a much nobler pursuit: the optimization of the Medford High cafeteria’s beverage distribution system. The cafeteria is buzzing
At that moment, I realized two things. First, the pressure regulator was not, in fact, metric. Second, my mother was going to be very upset about the dry-cleaning bill. Later that evening in the Cooper kitchen: He pulls a small wrench from his briefcase
Should it involve and one of her "business" ventures?