Ah, the glorious half-century mark. Congratulations for lasting that long, even if it's against the wishes of all the Joey Butterflies in the world.

[His choice of words might sound sarcastic, but his tone is completely sincere.]

So, according to your great wisdom, when does chatting with teenagers about cats and travel plans and ice cream go from 'friendly' to 'suspicious as hell'? Thirty, forty, fifty, question not applicable in this crazy place...?