I bag groceries as a part-time job... and one time there were these 2 little kids standing in the carriage. Every time I filled up a bag, one of them'd take it and drop it in the carriage. Some of the food slipped out of the bags, but the mom was okay with it.
And then there's me who's freakin' out like "um i think this juice too heavy for you oh okay you can pick it up but don't slam it in the carriage oh you slammed it."
But it was cool. I don't know if all the eggs survived though...
Random episodic stories that may or may not have to do with my existence. Go on a journey with me and my eyebrows as we overcome slight fatigue, artist's block, and social ineptitude.
(for realsies tho, these are just dumb little doodles)
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