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)

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