I tell people good evening while getting off shift at 7a and good morning while coming on shift at 7p and honestly I just roll with it because then nobody gets on me for not remembering their names.
The best thing I have learned to do with age is embrace the awkwardness. You do something ridiculous and awkward, you laugh, call it out like it’s something funny for both of you, and then you move on.
“Gow’s it hoeing? …wait… that’s not right. Hoooow’s… itt… gooooiiing… there we go, nailed it.”
It’s hoing fine, thank you. I’m a real hoefessional.
I work at a mattress store and I live in constant fear that one day I’ll ask someone if they need shitted feets instead of fitted sheets 😬
Sounds like you could use a comforter.
But what if you say that, then a woman you’re helping responds with “You’re as disgusting as my husband.”
but i am pagliacci
Shedding and beets you say! Not in my red boom!
If someone said this to me, I would laugh so had I couldn’t resist the sale.
Shit your feets, my guy
I hate when hat thappens.
We’re the smulling fronds
