the-kitty-lee

Wahhh 😵‍💫🥺💕

Waking up in the middle of the night and scrolling through tiktok until you're sleepy again, only for you to go down a rabbit hole of cute laughing babies and, oh, wouldn't you and Nanami make such cute babies?

And now you're thinking about, being round with his baby, bringing the baby into the world, your little angel, loving and caring for them better than you ever were. You'll protect them, coddle them, help them grow into a fantastic human being.

So you shake your husband awake and start talking about it, almost tearing up, thinking about how wonderful it would be to raise a little baby of your own, he'd be such a great father to them, you just know, oh won't he please give you one? You know you've talked about it and you're still on the fence but you're ovulating and you're sensitive and emotional after watching babies with chubby cheeks screaming with absolute joy—

He shushes you tenderly and silences you with a kiss, and soon you're on your back as he slots himself in between your legs.

"Whatever you want," he mumbles with his tired voice, searching for your clit. "Anything to make you happy."

I explained very clearly to the manager my issue with the meat section not having the price tags listed, and they claimed it was only going to be for the meat, since meat is by weight, and the price of each item is printed on the packs of each item.

Sure. That’s how they get their foot in the door. Fast forward not even two weeks, and here we are:

Bar codes. No prices, no item descriptions. No price stickers on the individual items. Heck, not even the name of the item that is SUPPOSED to be there.

No. The only way to see the price is to scan it on your phone app, which is also recording what you looked at recently, as a way of gauging what you might be looking for in the future.

So here’s what we’re gonna do gang:

Every time you go into a store that has implemented these price-less tags:

Take 1-3 items up to the cash register. Ask the cashier for the price, or hit the price check item on the self checkout, which will likely call over the attendant.

Express that you didn’t actually want it, you just couldn’t see on the shelf how much it was.

POLITELY, AND WITH A THANK YOU FOR THE PRICE CONFIRMATION, Give the items to the cashier or attendant to put back.

When they inevitably try to push the app, politely decline. If pressed for why not, say you don’t want to have to carry your phone in-hand the whole time you are shopping in order to see how much things cost. (Not having cell service or data to use the app is NOT a valid excuse, as stores already often have complimentary WiFi AND more stores will provide WiFi rather than give up on this push for surveillance pricing)

If it’s a shelf-stable item, the cashier will have to set it aside, taking up room in their limited operating space, and eventually pass it off to someone to put in a holding area to put back later. If it’s a fridge/freezer item, it might have to get tossed due to food product sale regulations.

In either case, you are making it a pain in the ass for them to have these digital bar codes. Tie up the checkouts. Give the employees more busywork that the company has to pay them to do. Hurt their bottom line having to toss the pint of ice cream you carried around in your cart for 20 minutes before giving it back to the cashier.

dude.

So there you were, complaining to your fav at the bar, chugging a margarita hoping for a good buzz, talking about this absolute scrub that couldn't even last long enough for you to touch your clit. He sympathizes, the fantastic listener he is, and encourages you to find someone else.

"But that's the problem! It's so hard to find a nice guy who is also handsome and also has a big dick and knows how to please a woman! I swear, it's like searching for a fossil. I keep hoping to find one but all I end up with is dirt."

He laughs at that and you groan.

"And of course when I find a guy attractive and would be interested in sex, we just end up as friends! Which is fine, I'm happy with it, but fuck, I just wanna be dicked down properly."

He leans against the bar, closer towards you.

"Is there... someone you had in mind?"

You scoff.

"Well, I mean, it would've been nice if we could've fucked before we ended up as friends, but that's not what happened so—"

"Did you wanna have sex with me?"

You look at him, surprised at his sincerely shocked expression.

"I mean... like, sure, maybe when we first met, but we've been friends for so long that it would be weird if—"

"Have you ever thought about fucking me?"

You laugh nervously.

"Ah, I don't think I should answer that."

"Because I have." You blink, turning toward him hesitantly. "I've thought about having sex with you... more times than I can count."

You glance at his beer. It's only half empty; he's definitely not drunk. Is he being serious?

"Well... that's... great? I don't know what you want me to say..."

He moves his leg to touch yours, knees knocking together.

"Would... you like to try? See how it goes?"

You stare at him.

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