further conversations with my sister.

me: working the late shift tonight?

Kitty: oh yeah.

me: you should refer to it as the skank shift

Kitty: I just might.

me: like at Dennys

Kitty: One friend asked me if I ever got propositioned.

me: "working the skank shift, the tips aren't great"

Kitty: hahah pretty much.

me: "yes of course. 11:30 at night, you go to the library for a sexin'"

Kitty: I get antsy grad students who need textbooks for theses they put off until the last minute. it's true

me: so they are like people who have to pee

Kitty: yes. except for the nerd who told me I smelled nice... that was funny. I almost expected him to grab the textbook off the circ desk, and hold it in front of his crotch as he quickly walked away.

me: "Of course I smell nice. Pro tip: if you bathe, you smell nice." (cue "the more you know" music)

Kitty: "does the little music and waves her hands as if they were stars
I always say it's my deodorant

me: "that's the smell of success and awkward self-acceptance you are sensing."