cloudy with a chance of why the fuck am i outside
My life in a nutshell
Feeling weird lately. I don’t know what to do.
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 am completely overjoyed for this man. Also his nails are bitchin!
If I had a folder on my computer named “Important Things in My Life”, this photo would be in it.
I am crying
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The only kind of marks you should ever leave on a dog.
I’ve reblogged this photo so many times & that’s my favorite comment on a photo in the history of the world.
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