Three of us were sitting in the car, waiting for my friend's mom to drive us downtown after spending a relatively standard afternoon popping pimples and listening to deliciously dumb music at her house (we also found out she liked to microwave her ice cream, that should have been our first clue), when the maid came out of the house holding a rain jacket we had never seen before.

It was 2 degrees and pouring, but my usually giggly but calm and reserved friend refused to leave the house wearing anything more than a t-shirt. So, naturally, her mom insisted she take the brand new, super nice fleece-lined rain jacket. Like, the kind of jacket that everyone else wants and you want to sleep in after your parents buy it for you.

Her mom graciously thanked the maid, who was like a second mother to her, and tried to hand the jacket over to my friend so she could take it with her just in case, when my friend started freaking out, kicking the dashboard and screaming about how stupid and ugly it was, putting every inarticulate three-year-old who has ever thrown themselves on the ground in a supermarket to shame.

Her mom death-stared the shit out of her and gave her a mouthful, because she had apparently begged for the jacket and swore up and down that she'd wear it every single day less than a week prior, but I imagine it would have been way different if we weren't there...