*buying harry’s rolling stone issue*
cashier: i heard he like put out solo stuff.
me: haha yeah! it’s pretty good.
cashier: maybe i’ll have to take him seriously.
me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who you’re talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you don’t deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. you’re lucky we’re in a public place or i’d whoop your little ass.
me: haha yeah.











