overheard last saturday in the meier&frank fitting rooms between a woman seated on the bench and her daughter in the stall next to me:
mother: we should get some silver shoes to go with your shirt.
daughter: shoes the same color as my shirt? mother, what year is this?
mother: the year you get some class, hows that, chica!
daughter: i'll just wear my bob marley shirt. i'll put some rhinestones in his eyes. how's that for class?
i hate shopping with my mom, too.