okay i have the cutest story to tell you all so i work at a frozen yogurt shop and the people in my town aren’t typically the friendliest but anyway the woman on the right comes in and gets this huge (as you can see) cup of yogurt and by huge i mean it was around $15 so anyway she reaches in her purse to get her wallet but realized she forgot it so she asked me if she could run to her car real quick to get it. i said sure and as i was waiting for her to come back the woman on the left who was eating with her kids comes up to the register and starts digging around in her purse. i asked if she needed help with anything and she said “yes. i’d like to pay for this woman’s yogurt” and i was like what? and she repeated herself and i was like may i ask why and she said “just thought i’d do something nice for someone else” so she paid for it and the woman on the right comes back and i told her what happened she she smiled so big and looked like she was going to cry and she turns to the woman on the left and said “thank you so much. no one ever does anything nice for me and this really came at a great time” and we both asked why and she said “today is my birthday” so everyone in the store sang happy birthday to her and she turns to the woman on the left and says “i make homemade jewelry. let me make you a pair of earrings as a thank you” and they were both so happy and everyone in the store was smiling and i asked if i could take their picture and i got this :’) humanity is not lost!
not gonna lie, eyes got a bit moist reading this
mine too. i love stories like this.
why did she need this much yogurt tho
Because yogurt is delicious you ass pumpkin!
Because she was pretending she was being taken out by a friend, thats why she forgot her wallet; but after she went to retrieve it a real friend came to intervene.
My older sister chronically overshares every aspect of her life (emotions, friendgroup drama, neighbor stories and work troubles) on facebook and will make public posts calling people out, by name, for never wanting to hang out with her and she is a grown woman that lives on her own in another city and I have no idea what to say to her, ever.
Share the story about the two of you but say its what a “friends” going through hopefully she’ll get a clue.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
I fucking love you.
Some great ideas