"Tú te rizas el pelo y te pintas; yo no;
a mí me riza el viento, a mí me pinta el sol."
cashier: that’ll be $29.50
straight males in yogurt shop tolerance level: 0
The worst is when I give a little boy a pink spoon (or he even ASKS for a pink spoon!) and his mom and dad glare at me as if I’m Satan himself trying to corrupt their kid with a fucking colored disposable spoon.
When it’s me:
When it’s someone else: