MARGARET and RONALD sit. Their teenage son, MITCH enters.
Have a seat, son.
What did you want to see me about, dad?
Your mother and I have been worried about you.
Is it my grades?
No, it’s not your grades. You’re actually doing very well. It’s just that, well how do I put this. . you’re ugly.
You are an ugly, ugly kid. Read the rest of this entry »