Got to work the better part of a 2nd shift at ghetto hotel 'cross the way today.

Lady comes in, probably mid-late fifties. Perfectly coiffed, beauty shop short do. Little Texas town twang. Keds to match her t-shirt.

Here as the secretary for some oil drilling crew. Lord knows what they are all doing.

Pulls a fat stack of benji's outta the purse. Starts peeling them off to pay her $2500 bill.

For your reading pleasure, convo of the day.

"Doesn't it make you nervous carrying all that cash around?"

"Oh, honey, an old lady like me? Not at all."

"Hmmm. I guess you are from Texas aren't you..."

Strange what's that got to do with anything look.

"so you've probably got a sidearm in the passenger seat of your car anyway."

That's funny 'cause it's true and we both know it laughter.