Where I work in NC has a large community of very conservative Indian people. Now, we have several female installers (including myself), and the Indian men will not allow us to hang their garage doors. They won’t even speak to us. They call the office and demand men come and do the job. It’s hard not to be resentful.

This boy has about as much business having a child as I do jumping off the roof and flying. Prioritize, dude! Decent apartment with indoor plumbing first, baby later.

Well, now, I couldn’t handle a week’s worth of cigarette smoke in one room with Meemaw, Kimberly might shit her pants, Jasmine would want to redecorate the room immediately, and I can’t stand that other chick, so I guess I’ll just stay broke.