Lill: How was you date last night?
Jill: Meh, not bad until we got to the club.
Lill: *Raises eyebrows*
Jill: Ugh, why does it always take bad house music, $25 dollar cocktails and a set of strobe lights to bring out your date’s inner moron?
Lill: *Lol* What happened?
Jill: He went to the men’s room and came out complaining about the poor quality of the vending machine gum. It wasn’t until I went to freshen up that I realized that gum isn’t actually provided…
Jill: I really should have known better – his shoes didn’t have laces…