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I hate when my gps says “go east on ….. street”, as if it expects me to know which way is east after I just put in the address of a place 5 minutes from where I am

it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this

every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly

hey op good news

give her one

give her a cheeto.

physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll

whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.

these kids will be like “can you drive me home? i don’t have gas money but-” and im already pullin out my keys and am like. sweetheart, you are a child. i am not charging a child gas money.

i literally almost lunged across the counter to throw hands with some old hag who yelled at and insulted one of our 16 y/o girls but instead i threw her sandwich at her and told her to never fucking come back

old dudes will flirt with our young girls too and i’ll be like ay man this is a truck stop, normal customer service rules dont apply here. i can and will call the cops on you.

im the only manager that actively tells them to steal food because these are teenagers and they are HUNGRY

guys we need to talk about meth tumblr, what the hell is going on there

According to Diogenes they’re settling things man to man

raccoons and their… little hands