Ten Things I Want to Say/If I Could Tell You: Ten things I wanted to say to customers today.
1. STOP YOURSELF.
2. DO NOT HELP ME BAG YOUR GROCERIES. I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.
3. Your stupidity is actually making it hard to breathe.
4. Don’t give me your dirty ass looks. YOU’RE the idiot going out the wrong fucking door.
5. I know where to put your damn bread. It goes right under the…
Never piss off the person who bags your food. We can fuck your shit up.
We can fuck your shit up bad. Really bad.
Here’s to the last midnight premiere, to outfits and wands, to tattoos and painted scars, to the late hours that passed with ease, to the yelled spells and stifled screams of excitement, to feelings of comradery and the shared of understands of strangers, to the boy under the cupboard and the man in Hagrid’s arms, to Jo, to me, to you, to the magic never ending.
Why are we all still here, a year later?
We never left. We never will.
(via everythingharrypotter)
