I always tell my dog where I’m going, how long I’ll be there for, and ask her if she needs anything while I’m out. Why? Because I’m polite and delusional.
The other day at my restaurant job someone flagged me down and asked “when the food gets to the table do you recommend we eat it”…it is a tapas restaurant, so I understand that’s an INSANE concept to most, but what the actual fuck do you think the answer to that question is…
You know when you get an oil change and they try to get you to replace the air filter but it’s always a scam. My air filter had a entire mouse nest on it with a live mouse.
One of my sample pack perfumes smells like a clean tissue you would find in the bottom of a grandmas purse under an 18 year old blush and a pack of camel crushes, and I love it.