The girl ahead of me in line at the post office had flame tattoos running up her neck, a spiked cuff that looked like it came from Thunderdome and a beaded hoop dangling from that little flap of skin that connects your upper lip to your gums.
She turned around and said to me, "Oh wow, you look exhausted. I was exhausted the other day because I had been up all night because my boyfriend left me. Just packed all his things and left me. No note. And this was after he stiffed me for two months of rent and ran up my electric bill to take care of his reptiles. Lesson learned."