You and your girlfriend were going out on a date, but Jackie being herself had to take hours getting ready. You've been sitting on her bed, waiting for her to get ready, for like half an hour and she just wouldn't get out from the bathroom, claiming she wasn't ready yet.

After what felt like years, she finally steps into her room with a huge pout on her face. "I don't know what chapstick to put on." She tells you before letting out a dramatic groan and then sitting down on the bed next to you. "I have three choices, but i just can't decide." She quickly adds, acting as if she'd die if she doesn't choose the right chapstick.