Overheard while waiting in SWA terminal.
Pre-teen daughter wants a Starbucks.
Mother: “Here you go (hands over credit card) and get me a Tazo tea mocha with soy milk and a shot of vanilla”
Pre-teen: “… blink – blink …”
Daughter stares at mother as though a foreign language was used, eyes slowly glassing over.
Mother” “Here, I’ll text it to you, now get going.”
Where did we go wrong?
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