“Johnny, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A pilot.”
“Debbie, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A ballerina”.
“Megan, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A funeral director”.
“Uh, OK. Whatever floats your boat”.
I went to HS with a funeral director’s son. Spoiled rich kid brat................