That’s the problem with this stupid country: ain’t no barns.

“Amanda walks towards the exit, at which point Sleazeball Two reaches out to perform the all too familiar arm caress that just screams ‘I am violating you in such a subtle way that there is really nothing you can do.’ Amanda removes his hands from her arms and continues out the door. Random Sleazeball Two, still inside the store, calls to her: ‘How much you charge?’ His words are music to Ma’s ears. Ma: ‘Well, I done been tryin’ to stop whorin’ myself around. Except for truck drivers, course. My daughter she only cost twenty rupees but you done got to find her a barn if you want to roll around in the hay, if you know what I mean.'”

Posted March 22, 2001

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