my first thought this morning was “count olaf should have been more thoroughly checked by social services”
This girl at the bar came up to me and said “you have something on your shirt” while pointing to my chest. As I looked down she lifted her hand and tapped my nose while smiling at me.
My blood boiled.
Later that night I walked up to her and said you have something on your shirt while pointing at her chest. She looked down and then I walked away.
note to self: don’t search “torture” on tumblr
My manager at work told me to “stay vertical”