Dude, people are crazy.
I know, Sir. But I couldn’t bring myself to press charges. I’m all healed now so it’s fine, right? I’m glad that no one else was that impatient, yikes. But I think my manager slipped a little extra cash in my tip jar to make it up to me. Plus she helped me clean up and dress my arms.
I’m pretty sure, yeah. It could have been a number of factors that went into it though, like impatience and frustration. I hate bullies too, Sir. They’re the worst.
Well shit, I guess extra tips makes it a little bit better... but fuck, people suck. The other day we were out shopping and I swear to god this dude was zeroing in on Noel’s stomach and I was all like -- listen, don’t stare at my baby mama or my baby, y’know? Eyes away. She’s not a goddamn zoo animal, y’know? People, man. Fucking people.
How’ve you been, anyways? Feels like it’s been forever since I got all caught up with everyone. SOS.

















