UGH! I WANT MY PIZZA COME ON PAPA JOHNS!
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.
The Host, 2013
*tour guide voice* and if you look to your left, you can see the entire Doctor Who fandom collapsing in on itself
*tour guide voice* and if you look to the right, you can see all the Europeans on tumblr going insane over Eurovision
*tour guide voice* and if you would please sign this petition to save tumblr from the evil clutches of yahoo before you leave the premises, thank you
today in theater someone asked my friend if he was pro gay and he was like “im not pro gay but im not amateur gay either”