The girl at the walmart service counter told me to have a nice day, so I think we're basically going steady now.
I've met a few Walmart cashiers who gave you the death glare like they hate their jobs and the customers
I once went to Walmart and while I was paying she whispered "God I hope you get stabbed in the neck." I walked away slowly
I want Santa to have read my letter and have a dark handsome man under my tree to play with in the morning
Wait, so Carlos could be standing outside right now and I wouldn't know it unless he opens his mouth?