At the kids barber shop, heard this:
“She says she’s a Christian, but there’s no way. And besides, she’s asking me for a divorce, the least she can do is let me claim the kid on my tax return. I need that 500 bucks.”
The “gentleman” was on his cell phone for the entire time it took both of my sons to get their hair cut; his kids had already been clipped and were just waiting for dear old Dad to decide it was time to leave. It was apparently much more important to share the deterioration of his marriage with the rest of us in the shop.