will never forget when i worked in a fast food joint. some customer wrote like “86 cherries” on their mobile order, as like a pretentious way of say no cherries, but the store was run by a bunch of high schoolers who are working their first job so they collectively went “why the fuck does this guy want 86 fucking cherries” and like piled them onto his milkshake
so when i made this i didn’t expect ANY notes so i feel like an asshole now for not explaining. so incase you check the notes, 86 in restaurant terms means “unavailable or out of stock” but has kinda morphed into “omit” or “leave out”. but none of us had worked in a restaurant before, also why would you not just say “no cherries” it’s the same amount of characters to type
Man ordering food: I work in the restaurant business ;)
Children working at restaurant: this guy must really like cherries. Got something in your eye there sir
pretended to stop caring about the earring i lost so i would find it again and it worked so i think i’m ready to do spells and shit full time. i bet i’m even ready to open the portal
Utopian techno-futurist concept: a tofu container which has a peel-away lid which is not bonded more strongly to the container than to itself, and as such can simply be peeled away rather than being iteratively torn into shreds or cut with a knife.
worst college experience actually was people seeingme use tumblr and say ‘haha oh i used to use tumblr we could follow eachother’ and i open their blog and its like 700 artic monkeys band gif grunge images pastel moodboards and im sitting here hands folded like you are about to learn our uses of this site are wildly different and i just posted a photo of a buff man in a g string
its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say ‘lets go get cake tomorrow okay’ and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
