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So apparently I don't have nosy Tumblr followers. Or at least nosy Tumblr followers that know how to react to "HOW DOES I GENDER?"
I hate work. Well, not hate. It... is not the best. If one more person throws a fit about the typo in the advertisement, I am going to do something rash, because I don't care what it says, we're not selling you two nice winter coats for twenty dollars. And one of the things we sell is wooden salad tossers sort of in the shape of bear claws if you squint, and today a guy thought they were real bear claws. He asked what we do with the rest of the bear and I almost laughed because I thought he was joking, but he wasn't joking. And yesterday a walking cliche came in wearing overalls and a plaid shirt and asked, "Do y'all sell any fanny packs?"
But when one of the jewelers wore a fleece jacket instead of a suit jacket, I smiled to myself and thought, He's going native. And there's a stuffed moose with magnetic hooves hanging by his rear feet from one of the pipes on the stockroom ceiling staring down, and tonight I was unpacking a bunch of coats and munching on popcorn, and the popcorn was rather broken up so I had to tip my head back and drop it in my mouth, and whenever I did that I saw the moose staring at me with its little black eyes and I thought, Judgmental Spidermoose is judging me.
And finally, that awkward moment when you really want to post something on Facebook, but you're worried that your grandmother will take it the wrong way and completely flip and you just don't want to deal with her idea of a college student's priorities right now.
I hate work. Well, not hate. It... is not the best. If one more person throws a fit about the typo in the advertisement, I am going to do something rash, because I don't care what it says, we're not selling you two nice winter coats for twenty dollars. And one of the things we sell is wooden salad tossers sort of in the shape of bear claws if you squint, and today a guy thought they were real bear claws. He asked what we do with the rest of the bear and I almost laughed because I thought he was joking, but he wasn't joking. And yesterday a walking cliche came in wearing overalls and a plaid shirt and asked, "Do y'all sell any fanny packs?"
But when one of the jewelers wore a fleece jacket instead of a suit jacket, I smiled to myself and thought, He's going native. And there's a stuffed moose with magnetic hooves hanging by his rear feet from one of the pipes on the stockroom ceiling staring down, and tonight I was unpacking a bunch of coats and munching on popcorn, and the popcorn was rather broken up so I had to tip my head back and drop it in my mouth, and whenever I did that I saw the moose staring at me with its little black eyes and I thought, Judgmental Spidermoose is judging me.
And finally, that awkward moment when you really want to post something on Facebook, but you're worried that your grandmother will take it the wrong way and completely flip and you just don't want to deal with her idea of a college student's priorities right now.