Overheard in the convenience store this morning:
Customer (to cashier): So, how old are you?
Cashier: Twenty-four.
Customer: You got good credit?
Cashier: How come every time a man's hittin' on a woman he gotta ask her do you have good credit?
Customer: Cause if I hook up with you and you got bad credit, you be ruinin' my credit.
I know I'm married and oblivious to the wacky world of dating, but when did credit become criterea for courtship? Christ, it's bad enough you have to have a 750 FICO score to get a good mortgage rate; now you need one to get a boyfriend, too.
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