"Hey there, are your parents home? Oh my god, did that hurt?" (points at my eyebrow)
Uh, not really.
"How long did it take for you to get that done?"
Like a second.
"Wow... hey is that your car over there?" (points at Doosuan's Lexus)
"Yeah I was about to say..."
"So are your parents home?"
"Well do you know when they will be? Because I've got some quality products on sale here."
Around six or seven probably.
"Okay. Are you over 18?"
"How old are you?"
"Okay then. Buh-bye."
She looked like Deb from NAPOLEON DYNAMITE rolling that huge bag around, except she was a lot older and trashier. She was probably a bum and those "quality products" could have been jars of her own feces or something. And that's the day I realized I could still pass as a teenager.