So yesterday while I was working at the bookstore some girl came up with a barcode tattooed on her wrist. Of course, my first question to her was “Can I scan it?” I guess she had never had it scanned before and was pretty excited about it. She talked about how it was sentimental to her and stuff. I scanned it and she rang up as a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos. She then became livid and, of course, I was dying of laughter.
I’m confused because I also work at a bookstore and when you scan a barcode that does not exist specifically within the shop it doesn’t work?????? so
it’s so hard when you place all of your hopes and dreams and insecurities and happiness within one person because when they start to let you down over and over again you begin to crumble until you have no hopes or dreams or happiness and you’re just an insecure mess left with no one to talk to
when people say guess what do they actually expect me to go and guess what like am I meant to guess every single thing ever like ok I guess you had toast for breakfast ye and they are like no I just found 63c on the ground outside a supermarket and it was raining and I slipped over and got this cut on my knee and now it’s infected and I have disease that’s what u were meant to guess and I just sit there exhaling