Being older than dirt, can't make sense of Millennium's priorities.
Waiting for the Walmart cashier, looked at the young lady in front of me in the line. Pleasant, put a separator marker behind her purchases on the belt, and had a nice smile. Her purchases were a quart of generic motor oil and a few cheap food items. OK, many of us are poor or know what it is to be poor.
She was dressed in mismatched raggedy thrift store cloths. They were clean. On her left calf was a $500-1,000 tattoo (just guessing, all I know of tattoos is I have none).
Oh well, it is a free country.
