Thursday, November 9, 2017


"Excuse me, where can we find sheets of acrylic?" Katie sweetly asks the guy in the orange Home Depot apron.

"Aisle forty-nine," he says without hesitation, and goes back to staring vacantly up the escalator.

But when we get to aisle forty-nine, there are no sheets of acrylic, at all, and it takes another five minutes of searching on her phone before we find their true location.

"I want to be able to say things with that kind of confidence," Katie says as we walk by him directing another couple somewhere else, likely incorrectly.
One year ago: Women Be Hating
Two years ago: Needs Work
Three years ago: Am I Actually Nice?
Four years ago: Maybe He Was Just Trying To Help
Six years ago: Waking Up Is Hard To Do
Seven years ago: Pie Is Too Nice To Be Bad For You

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