ive been meaning to make work-related comics forever, so enjoy some choice movie title bastardizations.
(these all actually, seriously, happened, with no humor or awareness on the part of the customer at the time as far as I could tell. so, yes, someone actually asked for a ticket to “Detergent” with a straight face.)
Or when they correct your correct pronunciation..
I’d spent so many years imagining the event, placing myself in the crowd, that I wondered if maybe, in the end, it wouldn’t matter if I actually felt the flames of the bonfire on my face. I often wondered the same thing about being kissed. Or falling in love. Did I need to experience them if I could imagine them?
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
by Leslye Walton (via seattlebooks
I feel this way about almost everyone, like I haven’t left a mark in that persons life and they haven’t in mine.. Just observing each other’s existence but never fitting together comfortably