My ever expanding list of totally subjective requirements for others to be an adult

You're not an adult until you've had to work out and clean your washing machine pipes and filter..and part of you enjoys the process.

You're not an adult until you've cleaned out your extractor fan with a butter knife and a torch and felt proud of yourself.

You're not an adult until you've helped a workman back out his van from an alleyway and he actually trusted your judgement.

You're not an adult until a parent and kid comes into your work and they say "Now thank the nice man/lady".

You're not an adult until older blokes in pubs start asking you your opinions on the world like they want to know