This is almost too relatable.
Currently, the restaurants in Walmart supercenters seem like afterthoughts, empty spaces pushed into the corner of the store.
I suck at shopping of any kind. I’m just not very good at it. I’m more comfortable sat in a coffee shop with my laptop writing for a living. That comes naturally. Trawling around shops looking for stuff to buy for myself (let alone others) is a task I dread.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year: Oprah has released her favorite things.
ENFP: There with their SO, making matching Build-A-Bears that make a velociraptor sound when you squeeze them.
Perfect for the emotionally repressed!
“This poor sap’s just waiting for it all to end.”
I stumbled a little.
I mouthed I was sorry.
You grumbled and shoved passed me.
I look to my left by my work station in the back, and there is this mountain of shit on the floor. Instantly I vomited on the floor beside me. I was in SHOCK! I never thought in a million years this could/would happen.
“One bite, and you’ll know EXACTLY what I’m talking about!”