“I don’t want to be a slutty (insert name of occupation).”
“You can always be a sexy or trampy (insert name of occupation),” said Clara.
“So what are you looking for? Who are you going to be?” asked Jimmy.
“I don’t know. Let me look for something.” I walked away from the car and started to look around. The trucker hats were picked over. This was not a very good Goodwill. All the crap was gone. This was a Goodwill in an upscale neighbor hood. However, something did jump out on me. It was a nightgown with an ugly neck. I shrugged, held it up, and it looked like it would fit me.
“That looks awful,” said Clara. “What are you going for? Old lady?”
