People keep asking me if I like working at my new store…
You know that twilight zone episode where a room full of pig-faced doctors are telling this blonde bombshell that unfortunately the plastic surgery was unsuccesful and they couldn’t ‘fix’ her so she’s being exiled to this, like, compound or something so she can be around all of the other disfiguringly ugly people, and she bursts into tears and like Rock Hudson or some shit comes in to whisk her away, and you, as the viewer are all like ‘whuck’?
Yeah, it’s kind of like that.
