Being a woman is kind of like being a cyclist in a city where all the cars represent men. You’re supposed to be able to share the road equally with cars, but that’s not how it works. The roads are built for cars and you spend a great deal of physical and mental energy being defensive and trying not to get hurt. Some of the cars WANT you to get hurt. They think you don’t have any place on the road at all. And if you do get hurt by a car, everyone makes excuses that it’s your fault.
A friend of a friend (via onesmallflowerofeternity)
When the cashier hold’s up your $20 to see if it’s real
Ok but for real as someone who works as a cashier here.
In some places (like my work) the cashiers are REQUIRED to check the bills. (at my work it’s 10 and up) so don’t get pissy or snooty or anything with a cashier when they’re checking your bill they’re just doing their fucking job.
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