Conversation with a Parent
Deb and Mother are shopping at a department store. They are at the register buying some items. A Salesperson rings them up while Deb has a heart to heart with her Mother.
Deb: I suck. My aura is one of a naive 12 year old girl.
Mother: You’re right. That’s what’s wrong with you. You would be so much better off if your aura was one of a f*cking, class less, trampy whore.
Salesperson: Um.
