So I work at a thrift store.. and they let me dress pretty much any way I please. I can wear my 6 inch mohawk up if I want but I have to deal with the same questions every time.

1. how do you get it up?

boiled sperm

2. how do you sleep?

on my side

3. how do you get your hair that colour?

rub baby fetuses on my head 

etc etc.

On Friday, this really gutter kid came through my till and we made small talk about whatever, and some old bag is like, "that's not your boyfriend is it? kids these days with their piercings and blah blah if my granddaughter ever did that... blah blah"

She just fuckin starts raggin on me and harassing me. I was just in awe. I didn't want to get myself in trouble... so I just said "Lady, who cares if he was my boyfriend. To each their own" and I call my manager out there but the woman was gone.

What does this old bag expect anyways? It's a fuckin second hand store.

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