TalesFromRetail: I thought he was joking

I’ve posted a couple of stories from my grocery store days, but here’s one from my later retail days of hell.

I was on one of the bigger checkout lanes, and we were short baggers that day. So, me and another cashier were helping each other bag between our own customers. I’m helping her bag a certain order when I get a customer. She was almost done ringing up items anyway, so I went back to my lane.

Me and the guy had been joking around the entire time, until I moved to go back to my lane.

Guy: “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not done bagging my groceries.”

I laughed along, thinking he was joking. Until I saw the deadpanned expression on his face and that one vein in his forehead starting to bulge.

Me: “Well, sir, seeing as how we’re shorthanded I was helping you and the cashier out. I have another customer waiting for me, so have a good day.”

Guy: “Excuse me? You started bagging these groceries and I expect you to finish them.”

It was one of those moments I debated on how badly I actually needed this job, and decided to go for it.

Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way, but if you need to have your groceries bagged right now, you have two functional arms and are more than capable of finishing the job. Again, have a good day.”

He sputtered and did end up finishing bag his own groceries, and left rather quickly. I have another story that is much more satisfying than this that I will post sometime soon.

By: Bluebunny16

The Teacher

posted by reddit user prolix_verbosity

Mr Lane was our Math teacher in high school. He didn’t stand out in any way, and his lessons weren’t particularly interesting. He was just—always there. Always there in his usual button-down shirt and pants, earnest in his hope to interest us in algebra and isosceles triangles and whatnot. Seldom was he successful though.

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Anyway yes if you’re white and very outspoken about racism and race-related issues, especially in fandom, it should be written somewhere on your blog that you’re white. Cause when it’s about these issues, your voice doesn’t have the same weight as ours, and one shouldn’t be mistaken for the other. Not to mention that some of you end up thinking that you’re so much better than the other whites and somehow immune to racism, which is not the case lol, and sometimes you need to be put back in your lane. Which is difficult to do when we’re not sure if you’re white or not.

  • me: hey
  • bias: *exists*
  • me: aww
  • biaswrecker: sup

Ok but that scene where the president is like “j'onn is down, so ur in charge now” would’ve been the perfect opportunity to bring back lucy lane with a snarky comment like “Actually…I’m in charge now”. Why must i suffer like this. Bring my bi daughter back

Guy tries to block me in traffic, gets mirror adjusted.

I ride a motorcycle in California and lane split, where it is legal (and encouraged by the CHP) to do so. Some jack-ass in a prius saw me filtering up to the front of a red light and pulled all the way over to block me. Mind you, he is like 3 cars from the front anyway, and my filtering has exactly 0 effect upon his commute. Hell, I am actually reducing traffic by not taking up space in line.

Well, rather than rage out and honk my horn or rev my engine, I just wedged in a car and a half behind him and waited for the light to go green. When the light went green the guy gets back into his lane and starts driving normally. Now, knowing that he is in a prius, I was pretty sure he only checks his mirrors when he is stopped at a light and has nothing better to do. Now was my time to strike. I stayed in position in lane until the next light approached, and this time as I coasted up I held out my left hand and folded his mirror backward as I passed.

No damage to his vehicle, of course, but he’s going to have to stop what he’s doing at some point to put his mirror back into position, inconveniencing him roughly about the same amount of time as he inconvenienced me this morning. Worth noting that intentionally blocking a motorcycle in traffic in CA is considered against the law and in some cases can be ruled attempted homicide.



It’s not odd at all to have a connection with a home, a place where bits of your life happened. But what about a home that you have no personal connection to other than noticing it’s sheer beauty peering out from amongst a thick blanket of trees? I cannot even begin to explain the flood of excitement and admiration that washed over me the first time I spotted the house I will from here on out refer to as Margaret. Like with most places I find, I was out on a random weekend drive. While speeding down Route 2 in Mason County, West Virginia toward Point Pleasant, a road I’ve been down countless times, something in the distance caught my eye that I had never noticed. I quickly turned around and headed off the main road, dropped my car into 2nd gear and began to slowly ascend up a narrow one lane back road. As I grew closer and the trees parted, I simply could not believe what laid upon my gaze. How could something so beautiful and majestic just be sitting here all alone? Needless to say I immediately fell in love with this antebellum gem. Dozens of questions about this place flooded my curious mind as I drove up the muddy and narrow driveway. That was in December 2015.

Over the past year or so I’ve been periodically making the 45 minute drive to shoot photos of Margaret. No matter what my mood she always made me feel better. I don’t know why I immediately felt such a strong connection with a home that I’ve never lived in. Perhaps she knew I would be coming along one day and admire her how someone once had. I sure as hell can’t fathom why someone would leave her behind. Sadly while on a recent visit, that same moment of laying eyes on her as the trees parted that made me fall in love, this time made my heart fall to the pit of my stomach. At first glance at a distance I thought maybe someone was demolishing the home. As I drove closer I realized that it was far worse. Margaret had been torched. I looked at my girlfriend and just kept saying “No! No! No!” as we drove closer. How!? Why?! I had just visited a few weeks prior and everything was fine. Judging by what’s left (or rather lack there of) it appears she burned for a while. Who the hell would do something like this? One thing is for certain, I will miss Margaret dearly.


heavydirtysoul is like laying in bed at 3:00 AM, crying, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs because you can’t stop…

stressed out is like walking around your neighborhood at night during the summer, around midnight, so the moon is out…heavy, hot rain beats down on your back…

ride is like having a birthday party at a young age but none of your friends are able to make it, so you have to pack everything up early and are left with disappointment…

fairly local is like running away from something that’s chasing you, something dangerous. i don’t know what, but like an impending darkness trying to grab at you and you’re trying so hard to escape and running so so fast…

tear in my heart is like being at a loud party with bright strobe lights flashing everywhere and you’re stuck in the middle of a giant, dancing crowd, pushing you back and forth…

lane boy is like being late to class and when you walk in, everybody stares at you like you just committed a huge crime and you go about your day earning hard glares from people you don’t even know…

doubt is like sitting on your bed in the dark, total darkness, with your knees tucked to your chest and your eyes closed with a few tears slowly rolling down your cheeks because you just had a fight with a close friend and there’s no way to fix your friendship…

polarize is like being at a concert and you’re in the front row, the speakers are so loud you can feel your heart vibrating from it, and the band you’re watching is playing your favorite song and you’re so happy…

we don’t believe what’s on tv is like driving around at 3:00 am because you can’t sleep because your thoughts are gnawing at you, trying to drag you down, but you’re just clinging on to one little thing to keep you sane…

message man is like shooting a gun for the first time, you’re first session at a gun range, and you hit the center of the target perfectly and a bolt of joy shoots through you because you’re so proud…

hometown is like hearing the news that someone you loved committed suicide, or just anyone. and then the coping that follows that, the pain of trying to regather yourself after realizing that there really are people that hate their life…

not today is like ending a battle, victorious. you won. it’s gone. it’s over. there’s no need NOT to smile. you’re dancing. you’re crying tears of joy. twirling around in the rain. victory.

goner is like sitting on your knees, so weak, until finally…you’re slowly gaining strength…slowly being able to stand…slowly being able to walk. run. live. you’re alive.

Bring Lucy Lane Back to Supergirl!!!!

We deserve scenes where Lucy Lane, a canon bisexual, flirts with and unconditionally supports her best friend Alex Danvers, a canon lesbian.

We deserve to see Lucy and Alex talking about Alex adjusting to her new normal. We need Wingwoman!Lucy bringing Alex to a gay bar and laughing as she sputters and blushes because she has no idea how beautiful she is!

We deserve to see Alex gushing to Lucy about how cute Maggie was on their last date. I wanna hear her squeal and blush about the butterflies in her stomach that she’s only ever felt around Maggie. Gimme Lucy teasing Alex because SHE IS SO IN LOVE AND IT’S ADORABLE AND SICKENING!

We deserve scenes where Alex and Lucy get to talk outside of the DEO. Let them get some drinks. Let them talk and bond over how they lived in the shadows of their sisters.

We deserve scenes of Alex and Lucy being badass in the field together, kicking ass and taking names.

We deserve scenes where Alex and Lucy love and support each other!!!! WE WERE ROBBED!!!

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Originally posted by nova-in-the-attic

Originally posted by chopchopmissgrant

~Guys, guuuys...

I’ve just learnt that Ben Affleck:

- has taught himself Arabic

- speaks Spanish and French too

- is so good at doing impressions that when he did one to Morgan Freeman, it was so accurate Freeman told him, “You ever do that again, I’ll kill you”

- won $356,000 by winning the California State Poker Championships in June 2004 - defeating some of the best poker players in the world in the process

- filmed four movies simultaneously in 2001: Pearl Harbor, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Changing Lanes, and The Sum of All Fears 

- began an intense two-hour a day workout regime the day after he was cast as Batman

- received a lifetime ban from playing blackjack at the Las Vegas’ Hard Rock Casino due to his ‘counting cards’ skills

Which tells me:

1. He’s fucking smart. I mean, he can pick up/learn languages pretty well (one of which is Arabic, Damian are you listening and he majored in Middle Eastern Affairs in college) and he is a boss at poker/blackjack.

2. He’s a workaholic. Look, I’ve never made a film (or even a short video) in my entire life, but he did 4 in one year at the same time and I bet he’s done similar workloads throughout his career. Also, see: two-hour a day workout regime for more evidence.

3. He can do good enough impressions to freak the fuck out of God™.


= Ben Affleck is well on his way to being Ultimate Batman

All Hail the mighty Bat!

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

(edit: someone didn’t like my previous gif-use due to literal-Superman-bashing, and I agreed. Sorry, I didn’t see Supes little face on the wee gif-screen. Here’s some batfleck just being the best Bat he can)

ignore me creepy internet researching the fuck out of him to get my hands on this info. i needed it to defend myself from absolutely no one. fucking fight me

anonymous asked:



First of stop shouting loser.



Guess who doesn’t think of sakura as irrilevant ;) The one who wanted her love during the whole manga while your oppai hime was stalking him



I guess your eyes are even worse than your shitty hime eyes


OH you mean  the moments that showed how desperate naruto was to go away from shitnata?

Or perhaps naruto sleeping in a fucking sofa and drinking instead of staying with someone like hinata

Get back in your lane and grow some balls before calling me a bitch, shithead. That’s why the hinata fandom is even worse than the character herself.


// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

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