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.
Every aspect of this post is perfect
(via elektronik-ink)
to all you americans out there
this is eurovision
OH MY GO WHY DONT WE HAVE THIS
I WANT THE THING
(via consulting-time-lady)
EXCEPT FOR HER BEST FRIEND, FATHER TO HER CHILD, ALMOST HER JOB, THE RESPECT OF HER MOTHER AND FAMILY, HER EX HUSBAND WHO LEFT FOR THE MILITARY AND WAS KILLED BY SAVING A WOMAN FROM A BUS, AND SHE ALMOST FUCKING DIED YOU ASSHOLE I HATE GREY’S ANATOMY IT HURTS ME TOO MUCH
IM GO NNQ THROW UP
(via the-interr0bang)
Still concerned about my serious inflexibility… but I guess I have to start from somewhere!
The best thing Psy ever did to the internet. [x]
Too much sexiness!!!! >_____<
I’m a #wino …
