Self Tune-up

Ann steps out of her car in her stilettos and walks into a store.

After her usual purchases, she pulls out her ink pad, presses her thumb onto it and then dabs it on the receipt that the clerk puts forward.

"It's high time you learn to write your name, Ann" the cashier exclaimed as she nods in disbelief while putting the receipt in her drawer.

"Oh! Yes, I am getting there, Sam. Maybe next