This world is so fucked up.
So coming back from Tanger Outlets and the radio is on.
It’s really weird because it’s supposed to be all stuff from the 80’s but I hear Rihanna. *sigh*
Then it gets really weird.
Woman: “Do you have body image issues? Are you ashamed to show your body to others? Have you considered talking to someone…”
Me (in my head): “Aww. Free counseling?”
Woman: “… about cosmetic vaginal surgery.”
Why is there never a desk when you need one?