Scene opens with my husband pumping gas next to a mother with a teenage daughter and younger son. Clearly the teenage daughter has been dishing out some attitude about which the mother has finally become exasperated.
Mom: "Oh really? Okay fine. You want to do this? Go ahead and roll up on me with your baby high school PMS then. REALLY?"
Daughter: (Cannot get a word in)
Mom: "That's fine. Because I got some real have-three-kids-working-two-job-PMS and I will take you out with your bullsh*t......"
Car doors close.
Son looks awkwardly (yet familiarly so) out the car window.
"baby high school PMS".......I love people.
Mom: "Oh really? Okay fine. You want to do this? Go ahead and roll up on me with your baby high school PMS then. REALLY?"
Daughter: (Cannot get a word in)
Mom: "That's fine. Because I got some real have-three-kids-working-two-job-PMS and I will take you out with your bullsh*t......"
Car doors close.
Son looks awkwardly (yet familiarly so) out the car window.
"baby high school PMS".......I love people.
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