>Friend: So Julia, tell me, how's young anon doing these days?
>Mom: Er, ugh, GREAT just great. He's settled into his new career very well. He's really making great strides.
>Friend: Oh, what does he do?
>Mom: Well, he's, er, the senior bagger, um, errr product to bag logistics manager of a, er, major Fortune 500 company.
>Friend; Uh-huh, oh that's nice.
>>34634357
>tfw my mum has almost no friends
Is it hereditary?
>>34634357
For me it would be more like this:
>So, how's your son anon doing?
>great, he's studying abroad at *insert elite uni here*
>Oh, that's impressive, what does he study?
>*insert stem subject here*
>that must be really difficult
>oh, he manages just fine, he even has time to *insert college sport here*
>that's nice, he has developed really well I see
Whenever I visit my hometown I have the people in my parents generation telling me how well I'm doing and that my parents must be proud of me
So long as they don't ask whether I have a gf it's all good
The joke's on you, I'm 25 and I never had a job.
>>34634357
I'm not from the US, is it commonplace to have baggers?
>>34635343
Apparently they do. And greeters ar the door, and probably asswipers in the toilets for their fat fuck customers
>>34635343
yes
t. bagger