Shopping.
Me: Ooh this is a nice dress *turns it around*
Dress: *has an opening larger than the Mariana Trench*
Me: ...Scratch that
Mom: *showing me a piece* But you have to buy it from your own money
Me: Okay, how much?
Mom: *says an actually reasonable price but I'm an irl Switzerland when it comes to money*
Me: I think it's prettier on the hanger.
Me: *sees shoes* Ooh- Wait, they're perfect, the price is good, there has to be something wrong.
Size: 35.
Me: And there it is, freaking Tinkerbell's size.
I then end up complaining to mom the entire ride back. Yeah, no regrets.