Walking down Locust: Girl talking on the phone: Mom, I have some great news, but first you have to promise me that you’re not going to do that weird Facebook thing that you always do.
Eating at Gia Pronto: Bro in cargo shorts: Dude, I told you, I don’t remember anything, I blacked out and when I woke up I was in prison.
Happy hour at Pod: Girl 1: My father doesn’t love me. Girl with no soul: I’d rather have my father not love me than grow up in the middle class.