"What do you mean you can't help me," Mandy shouted into the phone. She was talking to phone support at the Watkins Corporation.
"I took too much Watkins Youth Tonic. I'm sitting here wearing my daughter's undershirt and a pair of her panties. I'm totally flat, my crotch is hairless, my husband is talking about enrolling me in 5th grade and you say you can't help me," she roared.
"I'm sorry ," the operater answered. "You see it's against company policy for us to deal with minors. Now just have a parent call us." And with that she hung up.