makedamnsure
i fucking hate the service at joann fabrics, and their customers.
so when i was living in new york city i grew this inordinately large amount of disdain for old people. they were slow... they bitched about sale prices... and they smelled, more often than not, as bad as the homeless people i had to walk down wind of...
and then over this past summer and semester all that hate washed away. old people became the lovers of hardcandy and $2 dollar bills again.
but now, on a weekley basis (for I.S.) i have to go to joann fabrics. and everytime there's only one cashier and a very, very long line of old women with a shit-ton of discounted, pureposeless knick-knacks.
... and they don't even use reusable bags.
so when i was living in new york city i grew this inordinately large amount of disdain for old people. they were slow... they bitched about sale prices... and they smelled, more often than not, as bad as the homeless people i had to walk down wind of...
and then over this past summer and semester all that hate washed away. old people became the lovers of hardcandy and $2 dollar bills again.
but now, on a weekley basis (for I.S.) i have to go to joann fabrics. and everytime there's only one cashier and a very, very long line of old women with a shit-ton of discounted, pureposeless knick-knacks.
... and they don't even use reusable bags.