Ya know what?  Fuck the silence.  Working at Coach’s has been good.  It’s something to do, and if I can make someone forget for a little while, then I’m gonna do that.  So I bring in my iPod and those little portable speakers Buck had gotten me–because either the juke box is busted or I just can’t figure that shit out–and I bring my heels in my backpack and change while I’m there.  I want a pedicure, I want glittery lipgloss (I only got a little bit left!).  Maybe I can convince Jack to up in a pole and then we can really have some fun.