It went a little something like this:

Mom: How did your interview go?
RAW: I did as well as I could, but I don't think I'm getting the position. They don't hire people whose former employers won't endorse.
Mom: Rats
RAW: Well, the good news is that I found a place to live that's dirt cheap, so if I get a job paying $7.50 an hour, I can afford to live.
Mom: Where is the apartment?
RAW: Well that's the bad news. It's kind of in the slums. Really weird place. You can't have visitors after 10 and if any non-residents are found at that time, they'll be arrested (even if they're a guest). Some of the units don't come with bathrooms.
Mom: Sometimes cheap isn't better if you are going to be robbed. What does Camille think?
RAW: I'm under the impression that Camille is not impressed.
Mom: Go with Camille's gut reaction and keep on looking
RAW: Unfortunately, unless I can find a job that pays well, I won't be able to afford much better. On the upshot I'm getting renter's insurance in case I do get robbed.
Mom: Well you put in one claim and that goes bye-bye, and if it is a high risk neighborhood, they won't insure you.
RAW: Well, I stopped by InsuranceCo. and they gave me a quote and didn't ask where I was going to live. Oh, and I found out that Idaho has lax concealed carry laws.
Mom: The last thing you need is a gun. You would probably shoot yourself. What did InsuranceCo have to say?
RAW: $96 a month for both auto and renters insurance
Mom: Not bad. What kind of deductibles?
RAW: I can't recall offhand, but I do remember that they were reasonable. $200-500 range I think?
Mom: What about the crappy job, is that still a possibility?
RAW: Yeah, I have an interview Wednesday afternoon. That's the job that pays $7.50 an hour.
Mom: Better than nothing
RAW: Yeah, I can live off it. Particularly if I donate blood plasma weekly. That'll bring in another $140 a month...
Mom: I don't want to hear that.
RAW: Well, hopefully it won't be necessary. I've done the math and in the slummy place I should be able to live on $7.50/hr. Particularly if my apartment, job, and Camille are all in Pocatello - I'll save a ton on gas.
Mom: I'm going to put your Dad on. I have to go make banana pudding - eat your heart out.