We had a flat tire and called for roadside assistance. The nicest tow truck driver ever came to our rescue. He was seriously Italian, had gorgeous black hair, a charming personality, a full compliment of chest hair and ten children (literally). When he took the spare tire from its hidey-hole, Eleanor got agitated because clearly that is not a normal thing to do to the backseat of the minivan. When he removed the flat from the minivan she became even more concerned. This was unnatural.
I hastened to explain her squeaking and chanting 'no, no, no, no, no' and the tow-truck-driver-with-a-heart-of-gold told me he could tell she was autistic by the way she was acting and I was not to worry because he was entirely accustomed to such behavior since his wife worked with autistic children.
When he was done putting on the spare he told me to take good care of Eleanor and be reassured because 'she looks normal which helps.' Indubitable wisdom.
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