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@theartofmadeline
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
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Janaina Medeiros
oozey mess
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tannertan36
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
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@electromancing
For a city to be walkable. It must also be sittable.
#every time I read this phrase the same thing happens#I read it as shittable and go wait that can't be right#oh right they were talking about public benches that makes more sense#but public bathrooms available without fees should also be a thing tho#cities should definitely be shittable#it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME
it must also be shittable
Itβs extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just donβt want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.
hyperdontia of god
it's officially hot fat bitch summer because i'm having to tie my shirt under my tits, roll my sleeves up, and not wear pants while i game in our shared office. in the evening
summer in hawaii is humidity heeeellll
my grubhub being delivered by a wizard or some sort of apostle
reblog to bap prev with your paw
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what is it they put in the hardware store to make it smell so good
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Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like βit takes months or even years to fully recoverβ and itβs like okayβ¦. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday
Story Time:
Working in retail is really fun, and the times when major fuck-ups happen, they can be either anxiety-attack inducing, or make it possible to get through the rest of your god-awful shift with a smile depending on the customer. My all-time favorite absolute fuck-up is as follows:
This kind woman is just doing her thing. She scans her membership card from her keychain. The register beeps to acknowledge the scan. We continue as usual. Neither of us notice right away, but after Iβve scanned a few more items, I hear a very quiet, βUm,β from the lady, very polite. I look at her. She is looking at the screen of my register, blinking. I, too, look.
And lo and behold. There is a charge of over four-thousand dollars ($4,000) worth of garlic bread staring us in the face. There are no words for a minute. Weβre justβ¦ in awe. How did this happen? How the hell did this happen?
She didnβt even have garlic bread in her cart.
I sputter a partial apology - I was incapable of forming actual sentences in the moment - and try to void the garlic bread. Since there was no garlic bread to scan, I try to manually remove $4,000-some from this transaction.
Well, the registers donβt like it when you try to void off more than five dollars ($5) from a transaction, so naturally it pings my manager for confirmation, but sheβs not by her pager.
At this point, both myself and the lady are justβ¦ dumbfounded. Sheβs not even mad. Iβm not even all that embarrassed. Both of us are just looking at the screen. Thereβs a bit of laughter, but itβs mostly justβ¦ confusion.
I have to call through the whole store for my manager on the intercom because sheβs not answering. She shows up, ready to override and void it, when she too, sees what exactly is being voided.
βWhatβ¦ did you do?β
βI genuinely. Have literally. No. Idea.β
She voids it, and I go to finish the transaction and tell the woman her total (minus the garlic bread). My register pings. It tells me that she hasnβt scanned her membership card. Odd. I distinctly remember her doing that. The woman goes to scan her card again, and I notice that her library card is stuck to her membership card. I tell her gently, and she separates the two and scans her card.
My manager, hovering nearby still, sees this and says, βI think it mistook the barcode of her other card for garlic bread, and the remaining digits were read as the price.β
And thatβs when the laughter really came over us. There were no hard feelings at all. In fact, the woman was incredibly glad that the receipt still showed the garlic bread and the voiding of. I will remember it until the end of time, my only regret in the entire situation being that I didnβt take a damn picture, because she has proof and I donβt. But I swear to God it happened.
TDLR; Library Card Charged $4,000 of Garlic Bread.
thatβs just how valuable library cards are. each one is worth at least $4000 of garlic bread
A picture is worth a thousand words, a library card is worth $4000 worth of garlic bread, if we can figure out how many words the average library card can check out at once, we can probably work out a picture-to-garlic bread conversion here, too.
so wildly obnoxious when you agree with the starting point of someone's stance only for them to hard turn into things you DON'T agree with and now you have to defend the thing that was originally annoying you
"too many authors in the current market are focusing on selling 'spice' instead of telling interesting stories"
"oh yeah, i agree. i started reading one that i heard a lot about and it just wasn't-"
"and it's all of these women reading their fucking mommy porn out in public like FREAKS"
*through gritted teeth* "people should be allowed to read whatever they want, and actually these books should be left alone and you should shut up about it"
