I’m a mess
start referring to things you own as “your inventory”
“Jackie did I give you my keys?”
“idk lemme check my inventory *rustling in purse*”“yeah mom hold on one sec I just need to equip my shoes”
just wanna find the softest grass i can find and lay down in it and look at the sky for a very very very long time
*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now
Yesterday at work these two 12yo boys came through my line and i’m instantly like. oh Boy. Because solo children at a grocery store are always forces of chaos, good or bad
But thankfully these ones were totally pleasant, and when i asked if they wanted a receipt one of them pulled out a random fuckin receipt from his bag and asked “Do YOU???” and y’all, i lost my shit… What a power move. When will i ever be this funny