I saw Jesse Jackson at a grocery store in Los Angeles last week. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word.
my 50 y/o coworker asked me what “freedom fries” were, because that’s what they were listed as onnthe menu of the place we ordered staff lunch from. Her husband literally served in Iraq and she didn’t know about that whole thing. I had to explain it to her lol. Strange times.
when homeless guys want to talk about the freemasons i have to be like hey bro i didnt bring a notepad or anything and youre giving me a LOT of info. i gotta go