~My mom asked me to get tape and I proceeded to grab scissors.~
"Hey Steph, can you get into my sewing table and get me tape?"
"Why?"
"There's a ripped twenty dollar bill,"
I open the drawer while thinking about random things. I grab what made sense to my 1 brain cell, which is scissors, and give it to my mom.
She looks at me with the most "wtf" face ever and says, "These are scissors...?"
I proceed to take back the scissors and look for 5 mins for the tape right infront of my face.
~The end~
Btw happy Easter
