This morning I was standing at work, and a mom and her two daughters, probably about five and seven, came up and ordered hot chocolate and then went and sat at a table near the counter. I was eavesdropping when the mom goes, “Now, it’s only 11, so should we go get our nails done now? Or go to lunch first?”
My day? Consisted of trying desparately to not kill the person I was forced to work with, not kill myself, and then go to Target to buy cortisone cream to get rid of this thing on my neck that looks like a hickey but isn’t because that would imply that someone wanted to suck on my neck.
I almost started to cry.
But I didn’t. It was Hug a Gay Day, I hugged my gay and felt a lot better.