I hate it when I have to go grocery shopping for my parents. Ever since I got my licence and got a part time job, my parents would asked me to go grab some groceries if they had ran out. At first I didn’t really mind, we needed food but soon it got annoying. They would be very picky on the meat saying it wasn’t the right type or what ever. They yell and scold me, if they are going to be so picky they should get the groceries. Got a text from dad, says I need to get groceries again. Need to make sure to get the right stuff. Hmmm, I think I found the one.

“Hello Miss…..can you help me with my car?”