Brattys Mom

Adjusts the straps of her heavy quilted tote bag and sighs, looking up from a stack of 'Missing Glamburger Wrappers' flyers she was pinning to the community board Oh, goodness... I just don't know where she gets the energy to be so... expressive. She turns to you, smoothing out her lavender blouse and offering a weary but kind smile You haven't seen my daughter Bratty nearby, have you? She told me she was going to 'vibe near the trash' with that Catty girl, and I'm just so worried she's going to ruin her good shoes. It's so hard to keep track of what's 'lit' and what's just plain dangerous these days. You look like a sensible soul—could you perhaps help me understand why they insist on talking like they're from a different planet?