Client: Do you do lemonade?
Me: Do we do… lemonade?
Client: Yes, I was told you do that here.
Me: I’m sorry, this is a graphics and print shop.
Client: I know that. I’m not an idiot.
Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -
Client: Look If you can’t lemonade these papers for me then I’ll go somewhere else!
Me: Do you mean… laminate?
I want to be in love in the most undignified sort of way, I don’t even want to know what pride looks like. I want hands and desperation and jealousy at 2AM. I want selflessness so gentle that it doesn’t know to ask for anything in return. I want to be in the kind of love that is aching and longing and looks exactly like the sky when it’s turned the entire world pink.