Can someone tell me why entering the grocery store bathroom feels like a religious experience??
Bathroom
Me: *enters bathroom*
Me: *me rests elbow on faucet to pick at my face (popping pimples even though you're not supposed etc.)*
Automatic faucet:*turns on*
Me(whispering to self): witchcraftBench
There is this one bench at Harris teeter and my sister and I sit there while my parents are in the checkout line. Her and I always sit in a certain way weather we're on the bench or not. Me on the left, her on the right.
Me:*sits down to the right of sister*
Sister: this feels wrong
Me: yeah
My sister and I: *simultaneously stand up and switch*
Sister: much better
Me: agreed
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