I was at the beauty parlor, waiting for my stylist who was running late and listening to this teenager talk while she was getting a cut.
My mom? she was saying. She always wants me to be like you know, like a better student and like . . . .
Your mom is a smart lady.
Yeah, but like I told her, like smart is like over-rated, like. You know? Like take Sarah Palin. I mean she's just a redneck beauty queen. Like she can't even talk, and she has like books out, and stuff, you know? So I'm thinking I got glasses okay, but so does she. So like maybe I should like learn to shoot a moose, like. You know?
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