Nothing so innocuous makes me madder than when someone mentions the words ‘Hobby Lobby” in my store.

Like bitch, don’t even talk to me about them, get out of my sight. I don’t care if they have mason jars for five cents and are paying people to take yarn away by the cart load, I’d rather crawl over glass

So today I’m sorting through the damages bin, which no one likes to do except for me, because it’s in the secluded back room and is quiet and actually pretty calming. And I come across something, so I press the comm button and say into my headset:

“Hey guys, I’m doing damages and I just came across a decorative key that says “joy” and it’s broken in half. #relatable.”

From inside the office, I hear my boss crack a rib from laughing so hard