I swear, everytime I go to Blockbuster and forget my card the person working at the counter who looks up my account mocks me for being on my mom’s account from ten years ago. I’m lazy. I’ve yet to get my own account after I was put on my mother’s in the 8th grade. It’s inconsequential. It doesn’t imply anything. I don’t care if some minimum wage hag thinks it’s funny! If it happens again I’m going to accomplish this goal, and then this one all in one fell swoop. I’m warning you.