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STORY TIME:

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.

And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

shrewreadings

I didn’t reblog earlier.

So I am now.

cluegrrl

Be kind. It’s worth the effort.

maneth985

Wow amazing!

dreamlightasafeather

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

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Reblog to literally save a life

anotherdayforchaosfay

I’ve done this. I’m alive because of this.

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her. She had passed out in her room and locked the door. He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex. He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”. He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge. I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking. He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”. Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report. Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me. Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison. The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen.

This was 14 years ago.

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can. The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.” I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.” I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before. They’re trained for it. They will understand what you’re saying. Order the pizza.

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HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE Let’s say it’s 6.15pm and you’re going home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself..!! NOW HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE… Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can perhaps buy precious time to get themselves to a phone and dial 911. Rather than sharing another joke please contribute by broadcasting this which can save a person’s life! Be prepared and become part of the solution. Get your free next-of-kin notification card today. Click here: https://www.InCaseOfEmergencyCard.com/

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major signal boost

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Reblogging cause this could save someone’s life

livinglavidam

This could save many lives, reblog

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Useful information to have!

contaact

i wish my dad had known this

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THAT LAST COMMENT. PLEASE REBLOG SO WE CAN SAVE MORE PEOPLE’S LIVES THIS IS SO IMPORTANT.

Once upon a time

in a land far far away

where the sun shone brightly in the sky,

where the birds sang hymns of joy,

where the grass grew greener than emerald

and where the sky was painted azure,

grew a tiny worm.

T H E E N D

#fairy tale #once upon a time #in a land of myth and a time of magic #grew a blade of grass #the end

baerrito

what every girl wants for valentines day

deliciouslyscenteddream

I’m vegetarian

mylifeeinfandoms

episode 7: election

deliciouslyscenteddream

OMG...I finally found someone who knows what this is :o

cracked

11 Self-Defense Techniques (That Even A Child Could Use)

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These are great! These are all really useful methods of defending yourself and I actually learned most of these in my Krav Maga classes.

I would have to go up against people (usually guys) twice my size and could easily overpower me, but these tricks DO work and they don’t require a lot of strength.

weird-biscuits

Reblog to save a life

webofgoodnews

Have some faith in humanity!

mydemisee

THE LAST ONE.

setbabiesonfire

I reblogged so fast for the last one.

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I’ve seen many cruelties in this world, but those are small in comparison to the kind light shown by many. This makes me cry because it shows there is hope for this world.

Check this out!

#project #happiness #happy #lol #photography #blog

*_*

I’ll take classes from Dora The Explorer if I have to, but don’t you tell me I can’t find a way to your heart.

#Hi I'm Dash #just a little love sick #Dora #Explorer #Heart

I Think My Teacher Is Trying To Induce Existential Crisis...

“If science could find a way to transplant your brain into the body of someone named X, would you then be you or X?”

“ If you can't see, taste, smell, hear, imagine or experience something, then does it exist?”

“ Is life an experiment?”

#Hi I'm Dash #life #existential #crisis #what is life

andthepotters-blog

They have a beginning a middle and an end, just like anyone else, but not in that order.

He forgets her name on the third day of school their first year, when they are partnered up in Herbology, and he blushes a bright pink and says,

“’m sorry, I know it’s a flower. I remember that.”

And she pretends like she forgot his name too, but she really hasn’t, because he had something about him that opposed forgetting.

And that was how it started, but it wasn’t the beginning.

She likes the freckles on his nose, and his warm eyes and the way he laughs at everything, just to be nice. She thinks he’s a kinder, warmer version of the boy he lets everyone see.

He likes the way she lets their elbows knock together when they are sit together in Transfiguration, even if seating was assigned. He thinks she doesn’t mind sitting next to him as much as she pretends to.

And that is Chapter twelve, Part Two, and it ends with her spilling ink on his notes and him wearing it like warpaint. Ink across his cheekbones and ink on the tip of his nose.

When they are fifteen, she sometimes sits with him in the common room, Marlene McKinnon on her left and Sirius Black on her right, with an arm slung around her shoulders and a joke on the tip of his tongue.

And that is their prologue, when she is friendly with James, and friends with Sirius, and that is all the difference.

They walk to class together, and James offers to carry her bags, so she offers to carry his. That is how they started swapping book bags. It isn’t hard to go from book bags to actual books, to coffee, and then to jokes and secret handshakes. So James starts waking up earlier on Saturdays, and Lily starts staying up later on Friday nights, and neither of them is really sure why, except those few extra hours are worth it.

And that is how it ends.

When Lily goes to kiss him on the cheek on a Sunday afternoon, he jerks his head back like a startled animal, and she can’t stop laughing, her forehead on his shoulder, his cheeks flushed pink like that first day.

And that is somewhere in the middle, sandwiched between the end and the beginning, a jumble of dares and library visits and quiet laughter in the middle of class.

The Halloween Party their seventh year is the thirty seventh chapter and takes up a very little amount of time and a whole lot of space.

She dresses up as him, and he goes as her, and nobody gets it, but they laugh themselves dizzy in the corner, and he props his feet up on the coffee table while she tells him stories, and his face hurts from smiling when he kisses her goodnight, and it is their first kiss, but nothing is chronological order anymore.

Chapter fifty five is another Halloween night, with a baby boy, and a knock on the door, and scream that split the air.

Harry is their epilogue, beautiful and brave and alone.

They have a beginning, and a middle and an end, just like anyone else, but not in that order.

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i’m getting ready to update my wardrobe! i just need a

jat

jlasses

jloves

and

jarf

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i’m sorry this is a formal occasion you will either need a

jie

or a

jallgown

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@pro-gay

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time to break out my

juit

danupert

don’t forget you

jankerchief

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We’re gonna be late hop in the

jar

idreaminpixels

@txepvi @seyrii

seyrii

This is junforgivable

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don’t forget your

jurse

or your

jumps.

skr0ala

if you get bored you bring your

jiolin

themonsterwithoutaname

every time this post come back to my dash is more and more horrendous

sledgehammertoe

Let me tell you about

The 1973 Levi’s Gremlin.

Looks like just another AMC Gremlin, yeah? Well, notice the Levi’s logo on the front fender just behind the wheel well, and you know that when you get in this car, you’re in for something very… special.

Your eyes are not deceiving you. The seats and the trunk are upholstered in GENUINE LEVI’S DENIM, complete with bronze stitching. This is not some ironic custom job from recent times, either; this was a real option offered by AMC in 1973.