So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
"Perdón por llegar tarde, no quería venir."
mrs. incredible was all about the real talk and i respect that because she knew that talking down to her kids wasn’t going to help anyone at this point they had to know what’s up if everybody was going to make it out alive this is no time for sugarcoating motherfuckers it’s go time
If zombies ever attack just go to Costco… they have concrete walls… years of foods and supplies… and best of all the zombies can’t get in without a Costco membership card
Literally these two emojis define my entire life.
I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
The most accurate representation of math I’ve seen yet.
Hey kid, what’s going on, want to check out my pit of souls?
Yeah, those souls sure are way deep down in that pit there huh?
Or… not? Get your hands out of my soul pit.
Okay, I’ll admit that’s apparently some impressive reach…
Like, really impressive reach….
THIS HAS ALWAYS BOTHERED ME BLESS THE OP