My literal favorite part of my job is doing the “You have fifteen(ect) minutes, get the fuck out of my store” closing announcements; lately my coworkers have been telling me that I have a lot of emotion in my voice, or that I sound really cute, and I’m just like

I went to the store to get alcohol and salad dressing (the two biggies, you know) and the bagger at my checkout was this really pretty young WOC, and her HAIR. Oh my god. She’d bleached out her dreads to this beige color and put shells and stones in it, and she was just seriously mermaid goals.