I just made a lady at the thrift store very unhappy (for a good reason) and then very happy (for a fun reason).
Unhappy: because I brought her the authentic kerosene lamp from the housewares section that was full of authentic kerosene and asked her if it was supposed to be out on the floor (it was very much not, and was not even supposed to be accepted by the store with flammable liquid in it).
Happy: Because I showed her why I was buying the teapot I was buying.
Her reaction was absolutely charming, and when I told her it was a memorial tattoo for my mom because I didn't get to keep her real teapot she laughed and clapped and said it must have been my mom who pulled me into the store tonight. It was just an exceptionally pleasant interaction and she was so excited for me and I was so delighted by her response to the situation.
Kids are funny.
I just had a random memory of a friends’ kid when she was about six or seven, when she cornered a couple of us at a get-together and says “wanna know what my dad had for lunch?”
We figured this was, while unusual, a pretty straight-forward conversation starter. “Sure”, we said.
We were NOT prepared. She went on this EPIC storytelling monologue about the restaurant and Italy and the art on the walls and some dramatic story she made up ABOUT the art on the walls. We were enraptured. No idea what was going on but by god we were hooked. At no point does she mention food.
The next week, similar get-together with the same people. Same friend I’m talking to. Same child walks up. “Wanna know what my dad had for lunch?”
But NOW we’re prepared, we’re excited. We’re about to hear some SHIT. We grin in anticipation. “Sure!”
“A salad.”
She walks off, seemingly unaware she just set up the funniest fucking week-long joke my friend and I had ever heard
the club got so intense last night they brought out the big parachute for everyone to lift up and down
it’s so sad that they’ve been selectively bred for size and aesthetics over their health. look at that pushed-in muzzle—there’s no way the one on the right can breathe properly
Mongolian history class, 2022, start of the semester. We're having a discussion on animal slaughter, featuring the one Mongolian student in our school.
The student explains that he's slaughtered animals himself, and there are two ways of doing it that avoid the spilling of blood. For a small animal like a chicken, you reach up into the chest of the animal and sever the arteries. For a larger animal like a camel, there's a spot on the forehead that, when hit hard enough, causes the animal to die instantly.
While this discussion is going on, a couple of the students are sharing something back and forth on their phone
The professor calls this out, asking if what they're sharing is more interesting than Mongolian animal slaughter
The room is dead silent for a few seconds. The two students look at each other awkwardly.
Eventually, one of the students pipes up:
"Well, the queen of England just died."
And without missing a beat, another student:
"Did they hit her on the head like a camel?"
just like what a strange little creature. theyre related to hummingbirds. they cant actually sit and perch like most birds, the best they can do is cling to vertical surfaces. almost everything they do is done in mid-air. they have to drink by swooping at the surface of water with their mouth open. they build nests out of twigs they break off of branches as they fly by. they eat 5000-6000 bugs a day. And theyre the next president, of the united states of america














