Girls can be so diva-like sometimes.
Even their handbags follow suit after a while.
Put our handbags on the floor?!!! Gasp, how dare you suggest such things.
Waiter: How many please?
Girls: Three please. Me, her and our handbags.
At least we haven’t gone totally cuckoo.
Imagine if we told the waiter, “I will have the steak, she will have the noodle soup and our handbags will share the grilled fish. Thank you.”