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.
GUYS GUYS REBLOG THIS POST
Show Yahoo that we are OKAY with them buying Tumblr as long as they leave the current terms and conditions intact and the enforcement policy.
Aka, the site remains the EXACT same as it was before. Keep Tumblr the same Yahoo and we will stay.
#we made a fucking fluffy chicken famous #we can do the same with yahoo (via jojenobrien)
Yahoo has no idea what they’re buying, do they?
I’m okay now I just don’t like change okay
Panic! At The Disco Feat. Fun. - C’mon
omfg I did it I DID IT and I am so proud I am going to cry
I am sorry it’s so freaking long. I am sorry but I am not sorry. I am proud. HA! Didn’t I mention you’re about to get A LOT Percy Jackson? Here it is:D
the end.
i hate when people touch me and then when i tell them not to touch me they get rude
or even worse when they think you’re joking and keep touching you for fun
