No clue what made me think of this, but...
A few weeks ago, I got to work at noon, which is right in the middle of the acursed lunch rush. The fact that I had to change into my work shirt heavy on my mind (I'd been at the DMV not five mnutes earlier), I marched right up to the register and punched in. A girl aged about 9 or 10 saw me and turned to her mom, saying, "I like how she gets to work right away."
Translation: My daddy raised me right.
