An (ongoing) Argument:

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{Scene is set: Alice and Mother are sat in the living room, having a discussion regarding the mid-week shop. Alice works PART time, and thinks that as Mother works FULL time, that Alice should be the one to fetch the bread and milk etc. that the Collison's tend to purchase every Tuesday from the supermarket on her way home from her morning shift. This argument is strengthened by the fact that not only does Alice have more free time than Mother, but that on Tuesday mornings she tends to actually VISIT the supermarket, to meet with a friend in the cafe for a cup of tea and a chat. Mother, however, thinks that two loaves of bread and two (small) bottles of milk and the occasional (small) block of cheese is too much for one person to walk (twelve minutes) home. This is a bone of contention between the two that has been passed back and forth for some time and has yet to be resolved.}

ALICE: (attempting to be firm) Look, it's SILLY, you driving down specially just to fetch a couple of bags of shopping. It's not that much; I can carry it, honestly!
MOTHER: (breezy) I disagree.
ALICE:  It wastes petrol. And you're tired! You work full time, I work part time. I have more time than you do; time that could be spent doing useful things, like picking up the mid-week shop.
MOTHER: (stubbornly) It's too much to carry, and too far.
ALICE: (frustrated) It's two loaves of bread and two little 2L bottles of milk! Oh, and cheese. And it's a twelve minute walk.
MOTHER: (still stubborn) Sometimes it's more than that!
ALICE: Not often, it isn't, and it's never much more. We're talking three bags worth, tops. And one of those is filled with two loaves: not exactly heavy, is it? And anyway, you're forgetting something.
MOTHER: (anxious) what?
ALICE: (triumphant) On a Tuesday morning I am actually IN Tesco...with Emma. We meet there for a drink. So I can just pick up the things while I'm there.
MOTHER: (whining) But...
ALICE: (exasperated) oh for goodness sake! What's the problem? You're rushed off your feet all day teaching; by the time you finish of an evening you're exhausted. I work part time; the money I give you for living here is a pittance. We agreed that I would make up for this by cooking, cleaning and running errands:  this is an errand!
MOTHER: (pouts then smiles triumphantly) well, maybe you could do it in the future, but THIS week I have to fetch something, so it has to be me.
ALICE: (nonplussed then realization dawns) This wouldn't be because you want to buy me an Easter Egg, is it? (mother looks shifty) well that's no problem, is it? It's not exactly a surprise gift, is it? I can fetch it.
MOTHER: (sighs) look; I want to do the mid-week, alright? I like doing it.
ALICE: But WHY? You're so tired...I just don't understand why you wont let me help you.
MOTHER: I just like doing it each week. I like doing it; I enjoy it.
ALICE: (cross) That's not true.
MOTHER: (innocent) Is so.
ALICE: (cross) Is not! You're lying!
MOTHER: (innocent) I? Lying? Of course not. I like doing the mid-week shop.
ALICE: (smiling) Liar.
MOTHER: (smiling back) Not so.
ALICE: Is so! Alright, go on then; swear on your soul that it's true.
MOTHER: (eyes widen. swallows. pouts) I... ... ...I don't want to discuss this anymore.
ALICE: (hoots with laughter) SEE? I KNEW you were lying....Oh, God, that's funny! You are such a fibber!
MOTHER: ...(sulks. then smiles)...
ALICE: (still laughing) You realize that I'm going to write every last word of this on my Blog, right?
MOTHER: (sighs) Yes.
ALICE: Good. Just so's we're clear.

{Scene closes with Mother leaving the room to make her fourth cup of tea in fifty minutes and Alice turning on her computer.}

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