Mother Of The Year!

Gal comes in today wanting to sell some movies. She says, "We have no food in the house and I'm pregnant (shows little belly)!" I paid her a few dollars for the movies, and she left. She's covered in tattoos and piercings and has an ID from another state; obviously she's a happening chick!
She came back many hours later with an Eminem-wannabe; obviously her Babydaddy. They brought in another stack of movies, and also the overwhelming stench of marijuana. At first I thought it was just him, but when he left to continue his conversation on the phone (trying to sound like a mid-level gangsta but only sounding like Vanilla Ice!) she stepped to the counter and the smell was gagfully REEKING from her. Great, you are pregnant and smoking like a broken chimney. I wish there was a child welfare agency around here that would do something to a parent like this. It's disgusting to think that she's probably well on her way to populating the state with numerous kids while ingesting various drugs. What a winner! Pro Life at it's finest!