Do Home Depot employees ever wonder what the customers’ projects are? More specifically, do they wonder about mine?
One of my brothers works at Home Depot and the other works at Ace. I can confirm that they DO wonder.
“So this customer just… went in and bought every single tube of silicone we had. It wasn’t many, to be fair, but then they also bought a bunch of dirt. They were really fussy about the TYPE of soil too.”
“They’re a reptile keeper and they’re making a new vivarium. I can guarantee it. Ask them what species they keep next time. I want to know.”
Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.
Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.
Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different.
Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.
Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty.
Can’t cum without toys/vibrators? That’s awesome, that’s a valid part of sexual play!
Can only cum with loving, vanilla sex? That’s perfectly normal, and you will find lots of great partners to experience that with!
Can’t orgasm at all? THAT’S ALSO COOL. It’s not a bad thing, you can still enjoy sex TONNES just like others.
Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be.
being a cashier is so stressful i’ll be like “hi! how are you :^)” and the customer will hand me a screwdriver and say “my granddaughter had a miscarriage this morning” and I’m like …………………..i’m so sorry that’s $2.33
like don’t get me wrong when people are grieving i understand it can help them come out of the shock of something by just voicing it but I never know what the HELL AND FUCK to say to this and it happens all the time I swear retail cashiers are some sort of cosmic collectors of the world’s grief.