Standing in line, waiting for my meatball sub when a girl with 2 young kids in tow asks the owner to use his phone. She's stranded, penniless, and just needs to make a quick call. The guy dials the number, hands the phone to her, and continues making my sub.
This girl is clearly upset with whomever she called. She drops the F bomb every other word, the kids are running around the store, raiding the Baked Lays, and squealing like retarded little piglets, and then the girl screams into the phone, "But what about my curfew?"
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You have a curfew? You have 2 kids, younger than 3, you're stranded on the northside of Chicago with no way to get home, but your still young enough for a curfew? Wait a minute, your parents think a curfew's gonna help? They've really got things under control, don't they? I've always been told that a curfew helps keep kids on the straight and narrow...
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