My kids are starting to notice I’m a little different from the other dads. “Why don’t you have a straight job like everyone else?” they asked me the other day.
I told them this story:
In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, “Look at me…I’m tall, and I’m straight, and I’m handsome. Look at you…you’re all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you.” And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, “Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest.” So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day.
i don’t think we appreciate enough the years voldemort spent working in retail.
voldemort dealing with angry customers trying to return items. voldemort explaining that the sale actually begins tomorrow you can see it in the sign on the window. voldemort being forced to listen to loud arguments between a parent and their angry child. voldemort kicking out people who insist on staying half an hour past closing time. voldemort. in retail.