Our scene opens.
We see a dad — just an ordinary, average guy — walking down the hall of his house, headed to grab something out of a back room.
As he passes his daughter’s bedroom on the left, he glances in and his temper immediately flares. The room that he asked his daughter to clean three days ago is STILL a disaster. Clothes are covering the floor. Every dresser drawer is hanging out, contents spilling out. Water bottles here. Nail polish bottles there. Soccer balls. Old homework assignments. You name it, it’s on this girl’s bedroom floor.
Furious, the dad does a 180 and heads back to the living room where his daughter is sitting on the couch, AirPods in, scrolling on her phone.
“Excuse me, young lady!” he says, loud enough for her to hear over her TikToks.
The daughter takes out her earbuds one at a time looking up at him with the disdain of a feudal lord looking upon an insolent peasant.
“Can I help you?” the daughter says.
“I told you to clean your room three days ago,” exclaims the father, “and it’s STILL a mess!”