Betty was frustrated. She had complained dozens of times to her teen-age daughter about her newest gig of kissing the bathroom mirror just after applying her lipstick, but her persisted in doing it anyway.
Finally, one day after spending a half hour scrubbing the mirror, only to find another kiss mark an hour later, Betty had enough.
“Jessica!” she hollered, “What?” came her daughter’s reply through her bedroom door. I can’t find the toilet brush that I’ve been using to clean the bathroom mirror. Do you have any idea where it is?”
After hearing the gagging from behind the bedroom door, Betty knew her days of cleaning kiss marks off of mirrors were over.