Happened a couple of years ago. I got a nail in my tire on a Sunday. Not too many places open for flat repair so I head over to Walmart. Now, I’m not saying all Walmarts are like this but I am just relating my personal experience. The Sunday manager must have been behind on his numbers or something (like being a lying sack of crap) because our exchange goes like this.
Him: “Yeah, sorry but the nail is too close to the edge you have to get a new tire. And, new government regulations say we can’t sell you just one because then your car would be imbalanced. So, you will need two and that will be $250 ish plus tax (can remember exact numbers but in that range).”
Every time I hate my body I remember that there are millions of old rich white men who benefit from my self hatred and if there’s one thing I hate, it’s old rich white men so I snap out of that shit instantly cos I ain’t EVER giving them the satisfaction.
I’m going through a happy existential phase, but meditating, dancing, having fun gives me relief. And if you have a very dark moment? - I watch ‘The Simpsons’.
Benedict Cumberbatch ♥ July 19, 1976.
Forty-two years of sunshine.