Rhonda cracked a funny before church. Was chit-chatting with her, about the previous day. While at the bank,

there was, basically, a near naked slender 30ish woman - yeah, it's summer, and...?  Anyway, the woman was sporting a wolf tat.  Of ccoouuurrrssse, there has to be a tat.  In recounting this, i stated the obvious:  those tats (may look, but they) ain't cheap.  And what's up with wolves? They're sneaky and nasty.  Had added that i guess she has the money because she doesn't buy clothing.  But still, how do people afford that stuff?  And Rhonda quipped (but i don't think she was joking) that you see them showing up at [HopeHouse] and coming away with bread, cereal, tuna, peas ...

Anyway, outside the bank, that near-naked tatted woman climbs into her nice late-model, air-air-conditioned SUV, turns on the rock-country mus-eech and drives away.  While i, in that poor threadbare cotton maxi-dress (and work-stained slip) get into my old-as-the-moon half-rusted (the ac don't work) car and go my way.