Confidence scares the insecure

"We don't need to win this war. In fact, we're going to lose it, but at a slow pace. And you, my boys and girls in red... We're the fucking dregs of society. A team with the biggest losers in history: trans, criminals, scumbags, gays, Balkans, Latin Americans. What the fuck can they teach us about losing? We know the terrible feeling of a slow defeat. We know it."

I’m working earlier and this guy comes in and seems anxious. We usually wait until people need help to ask, but he comes over and tells me, “I’m cosplaying Bowser and need spiked wristbands.” I immediately start heading towards the jewelry / accessories and try to strike up some friendly conversation

Who’s fucking carmelizing onions?