2/12/26

Thought of the day

Sometimes I think I shouldn't be allowed out in public.

I was returning a $25 pair of pants for Hayden from Brandy Melville—you know, that trendy young women's boutique.
Shipping them back? $20.

When the UPS clerk dropped that number, I blurted out, "I love teenage girls!"
Pure frustration talking.
My teenage daughter is dropping boutique cash on stuff with zero return love.
Brandy makes the buyer pay for their own shipping returns. 

Problem: The employees (and half the store) only heard middle-aged dad yelling that he loves teenage girls. No context.

I froze, then fumbled the recovery:

"I probably shouldn't be saying that." (Worse.)
"I mean, I love my teenage girl." (Digging deeper.)
"I LOVE MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER!" (Finally landing it, holding up the package like Exhibit A.)

The UPS crew saw my beet-red panic and gave me the grace chuckle.
Disaster - mostly averted. 

Teenage girl tax is real, folks. $25 pants, $20 to ship ‘em back. 

Moral of the story: Never return teenage girl clothes without a handler. Or a script.

FTP (Finding the positivity)

Adding something new to the blog to remind myself to look for the good in the world and hopefully spark some joy in yours.

• Toronto River Once So Polluted It Caught on Fire, Now It's Flush with Fish

Meme dump 

Meme dump

I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.