Me: It’s an hour and a half drive from Pahrump to Death Valley.
Mom: And there’s nothing to do there.
Me: I could visit the whore-houses.
Mom: You could learn a new profession and make more money at it.
Me: Please, mother. I already know how to be a whore. I’m female.
It’s possible discussing WITH MY MOTHER whether or not to take a job in Death Valley is not the best course.
1. She’s kind of a homebody and reinforces my tendency in that direction.
2. She thinks I should get a job in a brothel.