Conversation between myself and my eighteen-year-old coworker, Chelsea:
Chelsea: Girl, we should go out tonight instead of being lame as hell.
Me: What? Where am I supposed to take you? You're eighteen.
Chelsea: How am I supposed to know? You figure it out. We could go to Dave and Busters...
Me: The only way we're doing that is if I can tell everyone that you're my little sister, I'm your big sister, and we're with the program.
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