there was music, wonderful roses and forbidden jelly candies

 
My fa­vorite part

about go­ing to our lo­cal patis­serie is get­ting to stand in line be­hind two dozen olds who all want to ask the poor bas­tard be­hind the counter twen­ty ques­tions about each and every pas­try be­fore fi­nal­ly just or­der­ing a cup of cof­fee and a choco­late chip cookie.

I’ll nev­er un­der­stand how some­one can stare at a menu the en­tire time they’re in line and then get to the front and still have no fuck­ing clue what they want.
 

 

Also

a big fan of the 23 year old wife of a lob­by­ist dressed head to toe in Lu­l­ule­mon who de­cides that let­ting their hy­per­ac­tive three year old ver­bilise their own or­der is a prime teach­ing mo­ment when the line is out the door and it’s raining.

You’re the parent. 

Peo­ple are quick­ly walk­ing through here with trays of food and hot bev­er­ages. This is not a mall play space.

I’d rather a tod­dler be scream­ing about be­ing in its mom’s arms than run­ning around like a lit­tle drunk­en gnome crash­ing into peo­ple and caus­ing servers to trip.
 

 

Been us­ing Chat­G­PT and I al­ways say please and thank you be­cause when the ro­bots rise up and kill us all I want them to re­mem­ber who was kind to them so maybe I’ll get a bet­ter deal.

When we were su­per into the first sea­son of West­world, I got ex­treme­ly up­set at that scene where the old prospector/miner guy keeps try­ing to tell the hu­man guest about the hid­den trea­sure and the hu­man just up and fuck­ing stabs him.
 

Then

I had to lis­ten to a snip­pet of Hol­laback Girl for a triv­ia I’m putting to­geth­er and Je­sus fuck­ing Christ what an aw­ful, stu­pid god­damn song that is.

 

Oth­er­wise

it’s a lazy over­cast Catur­day in­volv­ing Zel­da, cof­fee, pas­tries, and mimosas. 

 

*just stares in 2023*

 

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2023 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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