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//don't expect good grammar, I suck at it //
I have this weird habit of saying my hands when I’m walking.. So I was doing just that when I was leaving Walmart, we had like shopping to do and we’re not close to target, don’t judge me. my hand brushed against this lady’s hand and I kind a glanced to see her reaction and she stopped in the middle the road and just stare at me as I walked back to the car. I love people at Walmart. They’re just so..Special
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singing this town to my crunch wrap supreme, sobbing and wiping sauce off my face like it’s tears.
my mom overspent when she went shopping and she felt really guilty...
So she bought us dinner at from Taco Bell with large mango sweet teas.
that’s a mood.
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I was wandering through Sam’s Club with Emerick (my little brother) holding my one hand and a pretzel with two drinks in my other hand, trying to find my mom.... when emerick suddenly tripped, making me drop the pretzel.
I had to call my mom to ask her where she was, to tell her to come find me.
As people walked past me, hands over their mouths, (most likely holding in laughter while also feeling bad for the small child Who is sobbing over a broken pretzel.) The girl on the phone his steric’s, comforting a small shoeless child while trying to hold two fountain cups, Crouched down next to a crushed pretzel.
It was not one of my best moments.
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So I'm at Walmart and I had to get fabric cut, but nobody knew how to cut the fabric and label it, so like... It started with one dude and he'd be like "yeah, I have no clue how to do this" and he would call someone over and that person would come and be like "yeah, no, me neither." And it kept happening until one guy came over (tod, he was a hero.) and took the scanner gun and scanned the price tag and pushed a button and handed me my fabric with a smile.
All the other guys were all like "pfsh, yeah, I could've done that" and tod was all like, "Jamison, you couldn't of done this if it meant your wife and kids were on the line. Stay out of the fabric deportment."
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My 3 year old brother said sweet dreams and my response was– are made of this who am I to disagree?
i’m questioning my life choices