Yesterday outside the supermarket I passed a teenaged girl in a tube top, thin sweather and skin tight jeans who was screaming into a cell phone, "Hurry up and get your (bleep) over here Mom, its (bleep)ing cold out."

My internal monologue had a field day with that one. Topics covered ranged from what one expected the weather to be like in Massachusetts during January (I'm thinking that above freezing doesn't count as cold on a relative scale, but then I was wearing a coat) to how best to request a ride from a relative. I don't know, maybe that's the way things are in her family. Its a frightening thought. Of course I went to high school with people like that, its just been a while.

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