[Caution: inhaling this product will make you stupid.]
Let us begin with a short tale of a situation that undoubtedly occurs a countless number of times throughout this country on any given day or night… All names used are fictional for two reasons: 1.) I don’t know the actual names of any of these people, and, even if I did, 2.) I’m not entirely without tact.
Sharon is in her early thirties, a middle class mother-to-be showing approximately six months of pregnancy. As she enters the grocery store where I am currently purchasing items, she has two teenage girls trailing her all the way to the beer cooler.