J: So...my belt just broke...wanna buy me a new one? my pants won't stay on
Me: Use a rope. Ask Denay for one.
J:Right, like that wouldn't look trashy. I'm head cook, mum. I need to look respectable
Me: You are behind the counter...No one sees you...You are not allowed to date, anyway
J: Uh...I am quite regularly asked to speak to the guests, especially when obsessive parents and dangerous food allergies are involved
Me: All right, if a rope is not good enough for you, go ahead and buy a Walmart belt
J: Yay...Uh...mind if I hit up Target instead?
Me: Whose car are you driving?
J: Camille's; mind if I buy $7 flip flops? Thank ye
Me: What happened to the ones we just bought you?!
J: They...broke
