One time during my freshmen year of college I forgot to do a history paper that was worth 20% of my grade and the teacher didn’t accept late work, so I waited until the professor handed back the papers and angrily asked where mine was. The teacher felt so bad for losing it he let me re-do the entire paper and gave me an A-
You fucking champ
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I was expecting something where someone was being judgemental and nasty but got a pleasant surprise I love this
Oh dear god what have I done…
Reblogging it again because I just was scrolling through my dash on my phone and saw it and pressed play and my brother gave me the dirtiest look and I just said “wait for it” and then I laughed and he stared in horror
That was fun
oH MY GOD
i’m gonna throw this on my playlist that i put on in the car and just wait for it to come on shuffle one day and wait for the looks of sheer hatred to come over everyone’s face.
I..I …I…just ITS GODDAMN 11pm HERE AND I WOKE UP THE WHOLE HOUSE WITH MY LAUGHTER.
I am on mobile and ITS NOT EFFING LOADING
OH. MY. GOD
OH MY GOD I’M DYING.