My favorite kind of villains are the ones that you can understand. Not agree with, not like, but understand. You’re frightened by their actions in a really visceral way because you realize that, in the wrong circumstances, you might become a monster too.
The scariest type of monsters are the ones that seem human and familiar.
Me: *waiting for drink in Starbucks*
Me: *putting on makeup*
Guy: You know nice guys don’t like when girls wear so much makeup.
Me: *without looking up* Nice guys like you?
Guy: Well, yea.
Me: Have you ever considered that’s why we wear it?
Girl behind me: *spits out coffee laughing*
Guy: Um.
Me: *deadpan look* Nice girls like me don’t give a fuck what you like.
Me: Have a nice evening
Guy: Don’t say that
Me: Sorry?
Guy: Have a nice evening. What does that even mean? If I’ve just had a divorce am I going to have a nice evening? If my mother just died am I going to have a nice evening? Just say good evening. It’s formal and to the point.
Me:…
Me: good evening then.
*Later is a group of 21 year olds, all buying alcohol*
Me: [getting flustered as the line at my checkout is super long] can I see ID?
First dude: of course! Pass them down boys we can make this easier for her. Calm down, you’re doing great.
Do people genuinely still think young people are the worst customers?
Broke Bohemian 