There’s this one customer who comes into the store pretty regularly, a very short and muscle-y and dressed very punk, who speaks like the most smooth southern gentleman you ever did see, and I instantly feel better everytime I talk to them.
They invariably ask me to get something down off a top shelf for them, and it’s always like, “Pardon me, but would you kindly get me that box of lasagna there? See, my mama wouldn’t let me grow higher than this, so I have to find some good hearted folks to let me borrow their height for a mo'ent. Ah, thank ya, thank ya kindly.” I love them.
I’m glad this beautiful soul is getting the appreciation they deserve.
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