Turning towards you she holds out the shirt now littered with creases.
“Oh and by the way...” She holds fast on the shirt not letting it slip through her fingers.
“We will be having that little talk later, just a little one.” Tugging the shirt out of her hands you promise her to listen later just as long as you don’t have any work to bring home.
“Have a good day sweetie!” You hear her shout to you as you run out the door thinking to yourself what a waste of time all that was.