A child, (14, 15 maybe) wearing his pants halfway down his behind, called me ma'am this morning. My innards didn't know whether to feel horrified, amused, honored or upset. They finally settled on mom mode: mmmph, pull up your trousers baby, don't nobody wanna see all lat.
It could be way worse. I could've left the house to find me an RC Cola and come back to find my house on faaahrrr.
Go.