Whenever I leave a store without making a purchase, I feel like everyone who works there thinks I stole something. Apparently my getaway car runs on misplaced guilt.
You know that girl in movies who says something like, “I’ve never had a lot of close friends who are girls?” If you swap it out for a guy and “close friends who are gay,” I’m totally that girl. And I’m still waiting on the fun montage that proves me wrong.
I’m not sure I can trust anyone who claims they’ve never eaten food out of their own garbage.