

I always deadpan people who say that, make my index/middle fingers to form a V shape, then force the corners of my mouth up.
You want a smile? Go find someone who’s happy. You want service? Don’t tell me what to do and I’m willing to try and help.
It usually got a chuckle, but sometimes the person would get uncomfortable and leave like they think I’m about to stab them or something.
Or I tell them my grandmother died.
Hey now we can both be uncomfortable and wishing you hadn’t said anything!




It’s a goal if you’re so fucking disgustingly rich you can buy a private island and haven’t seen the poors since your office was close enough to them you could faintly make out a small dot.
Because you’ll have enough wealth to survive the shit storm, and then there’s nothing those dirty plebians can do to stop you from basically deciding how things run from now on in your little corner.
I’m making an assumption here that you aren’t disgustingly rich and therefore the thought of “fuck 8 billion other people if I get mine” didn’t come naturally to you.