Baby's black balloon makes her fly

Today Mary snuck up behind me and asked if I had any plans for a license or car or both in the near future. Then she asked how old I was, acted surprised when I said I was 20 ("I thought you were more like 24!") and said I was very mature for my age. I think she must be getting really desperate for a supervisor.

OH GOD I DON'T WANT TO BE QUEEN OF CRAPTOWN PLEASE

I might have to do something drastic. So help me, if I have to pee in the register to get out of this...

This is definitely not encouraging me to get a license, that's for sure. I'm a little worried that not having a license isn't going to be enough if she doesn't find somebody else soon. Mary has an insanely mercurial temperment--she really likes me now, but it won't take much to completely polarize her in the other direction, and as much as I don't want to be supervisor, I definitely don't want to get myself on her bad side. And I think if she offered me this position and I turned her down, that'd be all it takes to get there. I just really hope it doesn't come to that.