Beth slammed her foot on the brakes.
“What the heck, mom?” Tracey shrieked, frantically wiping the lipsticks from her cheeks.
“This new generation clearly missing a gene.” Beth pointed at the sign, “I don’t know what this mean, do you?” As Tracey was about to speak, the car behind them let out a loud honk. Beth leaned out the window and yelled, “If you wish to go, go!”
“I can’t go if you won’t,” the driver shouted, “it’s a freaking one-lane-road, lady!”
Beth grunted a “fine” before punching the gas pedal with her foot, just as Tracey was applying mascara.
(100 words)
This is Another Story 
That last line. Yikes.
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😄😄😄
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woops – either she got poked in the eye or had a line of makeup on the face! Nice take for a story on this sign
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Haha, I imagined the latter when I wrote the ending. 😀
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😀
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Hee … Hee.
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Tracy should know better! This was a fun one. 😄
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Haha, when I saw the sign, I had imagined my mom complaining about this.
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