my mom was such a weird but iconic Young Single Mom like
she didnt trust any baby-sitters (in her defense, there werent a lot where we lived) so sge took me everywher3 n i had to be a lil well behaved bitch. going to the bank? hope smol geraldine enjoys swinging her legs and reading mortgage pamphlets for 3 hours. going to work at the family business? actually that was more chill bc everyone treated me like a queen and let me play that mine game on the computer or stamp shit. going 2 work @ the hospital tho? hope ur fucking ready to be entertained by the glimpse of a hall n a kitchen u cant go to and stay drawing there.
also she took servsafe classes like 2 times n honestly like ik so many useless shit lord knows my ass isnt gonna need 2 know how to wash different spaces of an industrial kitchen. shed make me quiz her n shit
also she was always Done like she used to tell me ppl werent allowed to move the wheel bagging thing at the supermarket u could get fined if u did and like other shit like that ONE TIME SHE TOLD ME THAT IF I TURNED ON JACUZZI ENGINE BUBBLE THING ITD CATCH ON FIRE AND EXPLODE ALSO THERE WAS A GAZEBO IN OUR YARD N SHE TOOD ME IT DIDN’T HAVE A FLOOR JUST A CARPET OVER A HOLE N FOR YEARS LIKE UP UNTIL I WAS PROLLY 12 I LIVED IN FEAR OF THAT GAZEBO LIKE SHIT COULD HIDE IN HOLES MAN