*buying harryâs rolling stone issue*
cashier: i heard he like put out solo stuff.
me: haha yeah! itâs pretty good.
cashier: maybe iâll have to take him seriously.
me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who youâre talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you donât deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. youâre lucky weâre in a public place or iâd whoop your little ass.
me: haha yeah.















