whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale
So there is something that I hate about this site : when people say “If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you” because this is the best way to make me not reblog the post. Even if it’s a great cause or about somebody’s missing or against bullying … Honestly, if the cause is important and fair, I don’t need anybody to tell me I should reblog this.
(Note:she is silent through the transaction, which includes a gift card.)
Me:“How much would you like on this?”
Customer:“Oh, sorry. Can I have $150?”
Customer:*after paying* “Can you do me a favor?” *she hands me the gift card* “The next customer you see that you think could use this, could you give it to them?”
Me:*stunned* “…Of course!”
(After a minute another customer comes up, a visibly upset young woman.)
Me:“Hi! How are you?”
Customer #2:“I’m okay, thanks.”
(Clearly she is not ok, but she is trying very hard to be pleasant. She is getting very basic items:milk, bread, eggs, etc. Nothing very festive.)
Me:“So your total comes out to $0.00.”
Me:“The person before you gave me a $150 gift card to use for the next person I thought could use it. You look like you’re having a rough day, so here are your groceries, and there’s about $130 left on this card.”
(The customer just started crying. Once she could, she thanked me about 100 times. Made my whole Christmas season.)
AWWWW look a cute little sun. Does this mean tumblr has—-
You dun good, Tumblr. You dun good.
This little sun gives me faith in humanity and technologies. Go check the links, it’s amazing and I really hope it will help people. There is a site where you say where you are and what you need and another one where you can ask about missing people or give informations.