I work at a store that also develops photos. Our photo envelopes have a few kids on the back, one of which is black.
A lady and her husband came to pick up their photos today.
Her: “will you ever change the back of the envelope?”
Me: “I don’t think so, why?”
Her: “because I’ve had enough of that little n****** on the back.”
Was absolutely baffled. Coworker overheard and said “ma'am what kind of ridiculous remark is that, please pay for the pictures and don’t use our services again.”
“I voted for a guy who wants to take rights away from people I love and got backlash for it :(”
“I voted for a Vice President who caused an AIDS outbreak as governor of Indiana while also supporting conversion therapy and other anti-LGBT legislation and now my gay son won’t talk to me :-(”
My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
Bitch just thwarted a ghost possession by judging his accents
My boyfriend would be gettin’ hit with the baseball bat beside our bed if he ever woke up and said, “What is he normally?” about himself.
Then you would NOT have liked the time he pointed to a corner of our room while he was sleeping and said “they share a dimension with Earth and they take cats to eat them”.
