It was more like:
What is that obnoxious music that Connie is blasting? If only Ma could get some peace.
Credit card? Jinxie has one of those black cards from American Express. That means it’s free, right? Well, I had to eat. Connie was too busy playing music of dead people to concern herself with feeding me something proper like popcorn.
*Tissues please*
I could’ve starved.