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cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
old people: let me speak to your manager. This never would have happened in my day. And yet you all want the minimum wage raised. I’m going to kill you.
cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
millennials: okay, my apologies. I apologize for the inconvenience. I’m sorry I’m here.
Had a baby boomer in front of me at the Dairy Queen. She INSISTED she was a Blizzard EXPERT and there was simply NOT ENOUGH chocolate pieces in her blizzard and she wanted to complain to "whoever is in charge". She's going on and on with this teenager. The teenager is calmly explaining they make them all the same etc etc procedure etc etc. But this woman is now yelling at the teen.
So I walk past the woman and put money in teen's tip jar. Haven't even gotten ice cream yet.
Woman looks at me. Turns back and yells some more with the teen. I put more money in the tip jar.
The teen smiles at me. The woman can't think of what to say to me and stops yelling, because I'm looking at her dead in the eye like "atm is over there, I can go all night. The more you yell at her, the more money she makes."
“You begin to wonder if you are the toxic one. Not them - your parents. Not them - the people from school. Not them - your horrible friendships, not your dreadful past, not any of the things you blame, deep down. You begin to wonder if it’s you. If it’s always been you. Maybe some of us truly are destructive to everything we touch.”
“Now it’s 2AM and I’m sitting up in bed because I can’t sleep and the ugly truth is I miss you. I miss you and it doesn’t make sense because right now I can’t seem to recall what you ever did to me that was so wrong it made me cut the ties. Surely it can’t have been that bad. I probably overreacted and now my pettiness is the reason I’m alone tonight and tomorrow and I won’t ever get to wake up next to you again. I think of your face, and of your mouth, and of all the things you said. A pounding ache builds in the back of my head, because only the good come to my mind. For the life of me, I can’t remember you calling me names, I can’t remember the lies that spilled from your throat like honey, the tales you spun out of the stories you told. But I should. I know I should at least try, so I touch my skin in all the places you did, and I’m surprised to find that there’s only an echo of pain, a whisper of what could blossom into a bruise. Not enough to make me stop, not enough to make me shove the thought of you back into the depths of my mind where it belongs. And I wonder why I can’t let go, not quite, not ever. When it’d be the only thing to help me sleep. When it’d be the only thing to help me find peace.”
“The way he kissed her was soft, like he was asking permission, but his lips were almost as rough as his fingertips. Her mother had been wrong. Men like [him] were not cotton candy. It was girls with hearts that could not be kept from falling in love, and anyone unlucky enough to be loved by them. They all dissolved like spun sugar in water.”
— Anna-Marie McLemore, from Wild Beauty (Feiwel and Friends, 2017)
“Sometimes I get a feeling that nobody is right for me. There is no one out there who’s energy suits mine. That makes me sad because, I want to feel the love, I’ve been giving to everyone else.”
“Anyone who cannot accept you for who you truly are does not deserve to be in your life to begin with. Only surround yourself with those whose love is unconditional.”
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