So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Just a little blast from the past. Childhood nostalgia for girls who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s ♥
Girls these days don’t know what they’re missing out on.I can literally smell the cheap plasticmemories
I HAD EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE PLASTICY GOD SENDS OF THE 90S - 2000S. MEMORIES
Cleaning my room like
remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason
so i was scrolling through my instagram feed and fOUND THIS IM CRYING ahHahahahahah