"She opened her handbag and tipped the contents onto the floor."
"That's it?" The teen whined. "I can't get anything more for my trip? Are you sure?" She sat on the seat and rested her head on the island's counter in the kitchen.
With a sigh, her mom spoke. "Well the last time I let you use my purse and my shit inside you lost it. You're getting an empty one. If you want anything, you use your own money. Got it?" She wagged a finger in the girl's face.
"Yes ma'am."
The teen quickly snatched the purse, stood up, and went up to her room to grab the supplies that she needed for her trip. Money, IDs, a small bag of chips for the ride home, and her favorite lipstick. She was all set and ready to go. She bid her mom farewell and left with her pals to leave.
A few hours later, the mom was in the kitchen making a sandwich when her daughter came home.
"Hey honey," Her mom greeted. "How was the trip."
"I... uh...." The daughter started. "I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag."
"YOU SPILL-- WH- WA-- WH-- LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE B A G -- "
