Scene: In the kitchen as I am leaving for work
My Mum: Is that a new feather?
Me: Yes!
My Mum: People are going to start to think that your line of work is... *awkward pause as she searches for the right words* finding work for prostitutes.
Me: Oh, no... it isn't like that.
My Mom: *disapproving mother tone of voice* That's what it looks like!
Me:
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