angry post
So today was my last closing shift at the Brew. Tomorrow morning’s my last day, but tonight was my last close (and I cried really fucking hard). But this regular guy, Chuck, who is one of the sweetest guys ever, is telling everyone that its’ my last evening.
So he of course tells this one lady who’s generally a bitch and she says, “Oh? Where are you going?”
I tell her, “Philadelphia.”
“Oh, wow,” she says, “where all the fun and excitement is, huh?”
“Yeah. And college.”
So she asks me where I’m going, and I reply, “The University of the Arts.”
So there’s a pause. And she says, “Oh. That’s good you’re pursuing what you want, then. I guess it’s better to be poor and happy.”
What the fuck?