Heart of stone,
Lungs of oak.
We hold our phones up,
As our bodies soak.
One penny for the man without a signal.
Two for the man that’s original. 164 more words
If you work in retail you are a saint. No, really; hats off to you. I have seen an array of annoyances when browsing shops, from a women shouting “silly bitch” at a worker in New Look for not hanging up her clothes for her, to watching an acquaintance opening a (non-tester) lipgloss. 708 more words