Milk it!

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I was thinking today about when my sister was sixteen and I was fourteen. She took me, my best friend, and her boyfriend to see a movie at the mall. For some reason known only to her, she left her purse in the car (although she put it under the seat). She locked her doors, but her boyfriend had a brain cramp and didn't shut his door all the way. We came back to discover her purse had been stolen. With it was sixty dollars. She was very upset as any of us would be. But she did something funny. After that, whenever she'd want her way and wasn't getting it, she'd look at us with sad eyes, stick out her lip and say, "But I was robbed." It became a running joke because she'd use that excuse years after it happened. It also used to bother my parents that I would do stuff for my sister and she never did anything for me. So one day she bought me a book. The day after she wanted to borrow a dress of mine and I said no. Her response, "But I bought you a book." And again, she used that for years afterward! She was serious at first, trying to get her way, but as time passed it was just like I said before, a running joke. Do you milk things for all they are worth? Do people you know do that? At first, it worked. Right after she was robbed, we did let her have her way when a choice would arise that needed a decision. But it got old fast. By the way, in the interest of disclosing the kindness of strangers, two weeks later she got a letter from two towns over with her driver's license in the envelope. Someone had found the license and wanted to return it. Seriously doubt it was the robber. lol