The Hit Man

Today I rode the lift with two teenage girls. Oddly enough they weren't talking about boys. Go figure. They were talking about their cell phone bills.

Mine was over $400 dollars last moth. My mom wants to kill me.

I wanted to lean across her friend and tell her "Your Mom just couldn't bring herself to do it and that's why she hired me."

Wink.

But I didn't. Her Mom is probably secretly proud of her. Dad is the one that wants her dead.