...right.
Many things about today were not good.
You know those mornings when you’ve set your alarm to give you plenty of time to get up, and you switch it off and think “Just five more minutes” and then you wake up an hour later and jump out of bed like your life depends on it and run around the house going “Oh craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap fuck fuckity fuck”?
Yes.
And then at work I wrestled with flowers and smiled cheerfully at rude costumers and ran around with lots of shopping baskets and dropped half the things I held in my hands and made the other accidents look like failed attempts at juggling and lots of people unsuccessfully tried not to laugh at me.
And then… at my checkout (in daylight, when I can see stuff properly if it’s not too far away), looking less like a sixteen-year-old and more like someone my age but still very much like a creep, was… Doner-Eating Dude from last week’s Rapenburg-episode.
Dun dun dun.
Dear universe… WHAT THE HELL?
It was infernally weird and he now knows who I am because of my stupid name tag. So, er. I suppose I go into hiding now?
You know those mornings when you’ve set your alarm to give you plenty of time to get up, and you switch it off and think “Just five more minutes” and then you wake up an hour later and jump out of bed like your life depends on it and run around the house going “Oh craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap fuck fuckity fuck”?
Yes.
And then at work I wrestled with flowers and smiled cheerfully at rude costumers and ran around with lots of shopping baskets and dropped half the things I held in my hands and made the other accidents look like failed attempts at juggling and lots of people unsuccessfully tried not to laugh at me.
And then… at my checkout (in daylight, when I can see stuff properly if it’s not too far away), looking less like a sixteen-year-old and more like someone my age but still very much like a creep, was… Doner-Eating Dude from last week’s Rapenburg-episode.
Dun dun dun.
Dear universe… WHAT THE HELL?
It was infernally weird and he now knows who I am because of my stupid name tag. So, er. I suppose I go into hiding now?