The Inner Workings of a Chibi.

satanlickmydick:

DEAR ANYONE WHO HAS EVER BEEN AFRAID OF BEING JUDGED BY THE CASHIER FOR BUYING SOMETHING:

I have been working in retail for three years and let me tell you: WE DON’T CARE!

Whether you’re a trans*boy buying tampons or you’re buying laxatives or you’re buying a thong or a package of hello kitty stickers, cashiers don’t give a shit, we’re usually too busy trying to find the damn bar code or trying to sign you up for a membership card. And honestly, half the stuff I ring up doesn’t even register in my brain. My thought process when ringing someone up is; *scan* *check screen* *scan* *check screen* oh crap did they just ask me something? 

So don’t ever be afraid to buy something okay?

*kisses you and pats you on the head* Now go buy all the things!

All right real talk.

One time when I was working at GameStop I was doing a trade and someone came in with an XBOX and some games. I plugged in the XBOX to test it and when I opened the disc tray I saw that they had left their porn dvd in there. They looked so horrified and I was just like, “Here,” and gave it back before I proceeded to finish the trade, unphased, because we had a bunch of trade to process that day that was still on the back counter and the last thing I was concerned about was titty titty bang bang.