Worse and Bad
Georgia, who turned 20 this month, came in from Athens yesterday and spent the night. This morning:
TR: George, run up to Publix and get me some tampons.
Georgia: No way! Forget it!
TR: Pleeeeeease... I'll give you a twenty and you can keep the change.
Georgia: Really? Hmmmm...let me think about it.... Fine. But I'm going just like I am.
TR: That's great. I think you should mess your hair up even more and buy nothing but Tampax and a chocolate bar.
Georgia: You realize this will be the first time I've ever bought them.
TR: You're such a baby.