I was at the grocery a couple of evenings ago. The young lady at the register had her bottom lip stuck out so far that I almost deposited a coin. I will call her the sad clown.
“How are you this evening?” I smiled and made eye contact with the sad clown.
“Can’t you tell?!” The sad clown glared at a man with word “manager” on his name tag as he walked passed. “Fuck my life.” The clown murmured.
The sad clown rang up my avocado and my salad mix. Joyless. To be fair, ringing up someone else’s groceries cannot be too thrilling.
“At least, you don’t have much longer to go until your shift is over, right?” I took a stab at showing her the bright side.
“You’d think. I have 50 minutes left. This sucks.”
I said nothing.
With the transaction complete, I rolled out thinking of all of the books that I’ve read that have made me sure to never say the words, “Fuck my life.”
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This book will scare the everything out of you, but in a good way.
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This will open your eyes to many things.
To Be Clear, I’m Not Mad at the Sad Clown
I’m really not. I know her. I am sure at one point, I was her. I do not remember being ungrateful, but I am 100% sure that at some point in my teenage years I was ungrateful for everything I had.
Even on our worst days, we have bathrooms, food, water, the right to drive, the right to vote, the right to talk about whatever we want, the right to write a book with the word “vagina” in the title, and more.
Can we do better? Yes. Will we? If we keep reading and talking, yes.