While shopping on my lunch hour today, a woman in the room next to me answered her phone that rang with some annoying song.
I swear what you are about to read is the gospel truth:
She said, "Oh I'm just at the mall buying clothes on my credit card… (long pause) well I said I wasn't going to use my credit card anymore, but I have to have some new work clothes because I can't show my tattoos. And they're paying me really well so I want to keep this job. I mean I make like $8 an hour."