She said, "You must think your little miss perfect."
I said, "I beg your pardon?"
She replied, "You didn't do anything great. And your grandmother? She snuck into a ball to meet a guy and then lost her shoes. Such an idiot!"
I cleared my throat.
"What? Think you can do something? All you're probably good at is rating shoes." She laughs.
"No. Because unlike you I have class." I paused, "But if you insist its a 3 out of 10. Keep trying darling."