An equation even I can understand:
(wine) roommates^sex and the city * tios delivery = X



So. Here is a story from my heart into yours:

Today was a crazy day. Too many people in the store, which meant my guilt had me help at the registers quite a bit. A mother [with those coke bottle glasses that gave her frog eyes] and a son [think: thirty, thinning hair, looks like he lives in the basement and gets angry with his mother when she doesn’t knock and plays dugeons and dragons in the basement of the union] come up to my register. At the end, I tell her that we have complimentary gift wrappers if she would like to have it wrapped.

gift wrappers? What is that? she says. [remember: she is clearly american, has probably never even left michigan]

While I am thinking of a way to respond, her son says: You know, wrappers--the people who wrap gifts with paper. Not like gangsta rappers, the kind who have drive-bys

He says something else and stares at me, expecting me to laugh because he is [not] clever. And then he wouldn’t stop looking at me while walking away. And there was no one to share that with—so I had to share it here.