"All my jeans are too tight. I don't have anything to wear."
"How can they be too tight?" I snapped. "You just wore them last week!"
"Well they were too tight last week too."
"Well, I'm sorry, but you are going to have to figure something out. Now is not the time to tell me this."
We bantered back and forth about this for a minute until Allison finally wailed, "I don't have anything to wear and YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" I am telling you, it was the perfect stereotype of a whiny hormonal teenage girl.
"No." I responded, stonefaced. "I don't. It's fifteen minutes before your bus comes. I don't care a bit. You can tell me about this again this afternoon. I might care then."
Allison stormed weeping from the room. She went downstairs and found some capris and made it onto the bus on time. I felt pretty self-righteous about the whole thing too, thinking 'She really had a lot of nerve bringing this to me in the morning. Especially this morning when I was already in such a bad mood. I hardly got any sleep. And then to make matters worse, not a single pair of jeans fit...'
Yep. It took me that long to figure out we were both upset about the exact same thing. Crap, I hate being a hypocrite.
Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits. ~Mark Twain