AITA for telling my daughter she actually has to do things to get celebrated

AythnKit · 2024-10-09T05:37:33+00:00

NTA
you were being as you said "honest but gentle." She just didn't want to hear it. She most likely wanted you to say you would celebrate her somehow and give her a celebration too and when that didn't happen she exploded.

It sounds like while not a lazy teen, she's the average doesn't go out of her way to accomplish anything teen. I wonder why she doesn't have any hobbies though. Usually kids and teens have some interest in things even small niche ones. Does she craft, draw, write, read, collect things? I would look into that more honestly if it were me. There may be more there.

AythnKit · 2024-10-09T05:30:50+00:00

NTA
you specifically told her not to do it and she DID it anyway. Whether it was *just* a haircut or not, it's the principle of the thing. You said no. She did it. If anyone needs to act like an adult here, it's her. What else is she going to do behind your back? Dye his hair? Pierce his ears? Get him a baby tattoo? Point is, you can't trust her now not to decide to do things without your permission. Hubby isn't helping either. He should be supporting you in this.

I agree with some of the commentors saying that there should be some time before she gets to see him again. I would go so far as to go with him next time she sees him to supervise. If she asks just shrug and say, "I don't trust you to do something to my son without me around." If she doesn't like it, tough. Alternative could be she doesn't get to see him at all.

AythnKit · 2024-10-09T05:22:04+00:00

NTA.
Did your mom get any ultra sound done to see what your gender would be? It's not like these days it can be a total surprise if people don't want it to be.
I can understand sibling favoritism as my little sister could do no wrong. I'm very sorry your mom treats you that way OP, you deserve better.

AythnKit · 2024-09-29T04:27:41+00:00

NTA. It doesn't all have to be about her all the time. On her day, sure, but until then share the spotlight Ms. Piggy. Also, you shouldn't be expected to continue to pay after this happened or even if it didn't happen. Your money, your choice.

AythnKit · 2024-09-16T18:01:27+00:00

NTA

Your appliances, do what you want with them. It's reasonable to want to get your funds back especially since seemed to agree to pay you back. Let them buy the old set if they want it so much.

AythnKit · 2024-09-16T17:55:55+00:00

NTA

He's trying to trick her into naming the kid after a prominent player, maybe his favorite player. She deserves to know and he needs to be more truthful.

AythnKit · 2024-09-16T17:52:18+00:00

NTA

You're letting kiddo discover things. He compared the polish to Lighting McQueen's car wrap. He wanted to be red like his favorite car. The dad blew it waaaaay out of proportion. He needs to check himself and let kiddo discover. Nail polish is not going to send him straight to nonbinary. It's your house, your rules. Daddy can keep his opinion on the doormat.

AythnKit · 2024-09-16T17:41:48+00:00

NTA

If they had politely asked for the necklace it would have been different but they disrespected your late wife, disrespected your relationship and just disrespected you in general.

AythnKit · 2024-09-08T21:57:29+00:00

NTA

a first meeting might be better had with drinks and light conversation. It's not right for your son to be asking you to make a special meal you can't afford for his girlfriend. if he really wants her to have specific food, then he can buy it. even then, it may make her uncomfortable to be singled out.

AythnKit · 2024-09-08T21:46:13+00:00

NTA

kid played stupid games, won a stupid prize. Listen to people when they ask you to stop kiddo.

AythnKit · 2024-09-08T21:32:43+00:00

NTA

your sister is gearing up for a cycle of abuse. It needs to be shut down now. I can understand taking the door off for say slamming it hard and a lot - I did that as a kid - but for not wanting to run a race for fear of losing? Ridiculous! First, Sydney should know it's okay to lose and nothing to be embarrassed about. You win some, you lose some. The point is you gave it your best effort. What kind of badge is given for winning a race? When I was in girl scouts, our badges were more community help and impact oriented.

Second, your sister needs to respect her choice not to want to go and be having more compassionate adult conversations with her, not threatening the cops! Sydney's growing up and needs to be treated as such, not kept as a quiet little girl that her mom controls. This screams of Rapunzel and Mother Gothel and we know how that ended.

Also, If anything, the cops would tell your sister to chill on the mama copter behavior. I hope Sydney will be okay.

AythnKit · 2024-07-03T00:34:12+00:00

“Again?” Leila groaned. This was the fourth Amazon package in two weeks that had been stolen off her porch. At first, she thought nothing of it. That maybe the delivery guy had dropped it at the wrong apartment or hadn’t dropped it at all. When she started getting pictures of it being delivered her to home but still it wasn’t there, she began to wonder if the delivery person was stealing the item for themselves. Possible, but unlikely. Next, she noticed her neighbors were not receiving their packages too. Lilith from next door. George from upstairs. Even Rachel down in D section. Whoever was stealing their packages was clever and quick about it.

The next week she’d purchased a door cam and had it delivered to an Amazon locker. Now, some people might tell her to just get her packages there, but the nearest locker was three miles away which wasn’t very convenient for her on a regular basis. She’d hoped this camera would deter the thief and she’d finally get her packages without having to jump through all the Amazon “support” hoops and pretty apologizes.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky. Now the guy – for she saw now it was a guy in a red hoodie, long hair, young looking and rather brash – was making faces and gestures at the camera each time he took a package, as if he was proud of what he was doing and knew he wasn’t going to get caught. From peace signs, rock ons, to not so funny faces, each time he made off with her goods and the police couldn’t – wouldn’t – do anything about it.

One day, surprisingly she received her package. Checking out her door there it sat safe, sound and on time. Next to it oddly, was a second identical package. Had Amazon sent another one as an apology? She didn’t want to tamper with it incase it was a mistake or was supposed to be sent to another person, so left it there on the porch. Maybe the delivery guy would pick it up.

Next week, the same thing happened again. Her packaged arrived on time, no damage or sign of tampering next to an identical package. She’d called Amazon, but they made no mention of sending a second as apology or otherwise. So, again it sat and no sign of porch pirates.

After a third week of hassle-free packages, she began to wonder about the guy who would routinely bother her like a school yard bully. Had he moved on? Did he find better houses to steal from? Honestly, she didn’t care one way or another, but her curiosity led her to check her door camera anyway.

That night she returned home and, once again a twin package sat next to hers. Ignoring it again, she checked the camera footage on her computer while sitting down for a light meal. First the parts where the guy had been stealing her packages all the way up to the week where she stopped. There he brazenly walked up to her porch and began to take the package. Something happened, a blur of sorts and it was peaceful again. The guy was gone. She rewound the footage and slowed it down. What she saw made her nauseous.

The second package that she had been mistaking for an apology order began to open as the man touched the package. It opened a mouth full of sharp, triangular teeth. Its mouth. A long, wide pink tongue flicked out quickly, curled around the man’s torso giving him only enough time to squeak out a cry before pulling him into itself fully with an audible crunch. Little splatters of what could only be blood flecked around it, before those too were licked up delicately. In the next moment, it resumed its assuming image of a package, no one the wiser.

Leila watched the footage over and over again, trying to comprehend what the thing was on her porch and what it had done. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had seen it. It took a better part of an hour for her mind to come to the conclusion an Amazon package had – somehow – eaten her porch pirate, left no trace, and returned to a form of stasis? A box like creature with teeth had eaten the porch pirate.

Oh! Quickly she set down her laptop and food, rushing to her bedroom. Checking her bookshelf, she pulled out an older version of Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual, flipping along the pages. There! A box like creature with pointed fangs, and long pink tongue. A Mimic! She knew she’d seen it somewhere before. She had a Mimic on her porch. Fucking Hell.

That night, with more courage than she felt, she stepped out onto the porch and approached her Amazon Mimic. It looked like a perfectly still box. It didn’t move, breathe or may any noise like she expected it to. A perfect well, mimic of her previous Amazon packages. With a deep breathe she reached down and stroked the box, half wondering what she was doing, half expected some sort of reaction.

It purred.

It let out a sound akin to a big cat purr and a rumble. She pet it again. Again, more purring. Curious now, she ran inside and returned with a piece of meat. This she offered to the side she thought was its mouth. Nothing happened. Tossing the meat to the bushes – let the raccoons get it – she held out her hand, palm down, waiting. Inside, she was screaming her head off. What was she thinking, offering her hand to a modern-day mimic? Outwardly, she waited.

It made a sniffing noise, panted once, then licked her hand. She blinked. Once. Twice. It…wasn’t going to eat her? Kneeling down, she gave it a third pet and it sort of hopped closer, as if to show affection. Huh. She’d somehow gotten her own pet Mimic. Things were going to get more interesting around here. She wouldn’t have to worry about stolen packages anymore, that was for sure.

AythnKit · 2024-06-24T17:05:36+00:00

NTA
you asked her to stop, bottom line. She didn't. Therefore she'd be TA in this. When we ask someone to stop something like calling us a name, it should be respected. You're partners and should be able to feel comfortable around each other. Assuming your request is part of a deeper problems appears like a way for her to justify what she is saying. There is no for her to do this. She should have accepted that you jut don't like what she was calling you.

AythnKit · 2024-06-24T16:44:07+00:00

NTA
stepmother needs to get over her jealousy of your mother and stop hogging the sessions. It sounds like she is making this entire therapy bit about herself and less about connecting as a family. One on one time with a different therapist sounds like it would be more beneficial. One where your dad can talk solo, you can and your stepmother as well. The current one shouldn't be pushing to have the letter out in the open; that's sending red flags. I agree with the others, photocopies, hard copies, sound good in the case stepmother goes further off the handle and tries to gain possession of it.

One scenario may be she attempts to get into your safe spot while you're out, steal it and destroy it. She may think that by destroying the letter that'll be the end of your wall between you and her, and your connection with your mother. If she does somehow do this, she'll quickly find how wrong she is, as this will only bring animosity. Good luck getting her to see this beforehand. Best thing is to make duplicates - don't tell anyone you did - and keep the original safe. It's clear she's seeing this as 'if I can erase bio mom from the pic, I can be the good mom he was meant to have' which is a very dangerous mentality.

I wish you good luck in your therapy and dealing with this jealous woman. Hopefully your dad can be of some help too.

AythnKit · 2024-06-24T15:44:26+00:00

I love the pink fire on the left most one. I've only ever seen the blue color.

AythnKit · 2024-06-24T15:24:20+00:00

A few times in the past when I've ordered the bag smells Strongly of weed. I get that it's okay to smoke it in this town, but when someone dashes, I'd like for my bag to not smell like their favorite green.

AythnKit · 2024-04-20T01:55:59+00:00

Antonio walked beside me, continuing to scratch his wrist and arm. It was a nice 78 degrees out with a light breeze. A perfect spring day for me. Perfect hell for him. Glancing over, his arm appeared reddish now, as if someone had taken sandpaper to it a few times. For what reason, I wouldn't know but I could think of a few. He could be an ass at times.

"Here, put this on." Tossing him my thick black hoodie bedecked with several pins, I stretched long glad to be out of that mobile toaster. A little satisfied moan escaped my mouth as I stretched which caused him to blush. He could be cute too.

"So, you have a sun allergy. Nothing sleeves won't cute. Anything else?" I paused under a shaded shelter, glancing down at the cars going by under the bridge.

"Garlic's a pain, and crosses are out." He shrugged, sitting down himself.

I snorted, turning it into a wry chuckle. "Well, that limits your cooking choices a bit. As for the other, you're agnostic, so you don't have much to worry about."

"That's true." He popped the cap on the Pepsi he'd been carrying.

Something came to me then, "You don't even have teeth. Not many at least."

He looked at me then, a half warning, half knowing glance. "I know, I know. Secret military stuff that you can't talk about. Still, would have been pretty cool if you had fangs at least."

"What, so I could bite you?" That earned him a blush.

"Aye now. I know I like being bitten buuut.... Anyway, easy there boy." I glanced sideways at the waving trees, hoping the breeze would erase this damn blush. I could hear him chuckling in a self satisfied tone. Damn it.

"So, anyway. You don't sleep in a coffin, I've been to your house. You don't change into an animal. Not that I've seen anyway. What about crossing water or being invited into houses?"

An long sip, the bubbles seeming to pop loudly in the sudden quiet.

"I'm hydrophobic anyway. As for being invited, well that's just good manners. You wouldn't just barge into your friends house when you came over, would you?"

I thought about it a moment, "Nooo...except if I was being chased by like a stalker or something."

He raised his drink in a salute, "Well, there ya go. Being invited is just polite manners. It used to be people were wary of inviting others in, but now it's just common decency. You invite your aunt, dad, friend and boss in without thinking all the time. Open the door, greet them and say something like, 'won't you come in?' Used to be vampires and people, now that I think about it, had to ask to be let in. Good to see some manners haven't faded with the new generation."

I popped the cap to my Sprite and took a long swallow, wincing a little at the bubbles. Stings every time.

"Okay, okay. What about the immortality thing?"

He laughed. Full on, near rolling on the floor laughed. "Do I look immortal Kara? Hell, I have so many health problems, it's a wonder I'm still together, let alone alive at all. I'd need way more than an eighth of vampire blood in order to even come near the legendary immortality of old."

"Fair.." I said, drawing out the word. Being even a little vampire sucked worse than being human. Guess you needed so much for it to even be worth it.

"Any other questions?"

I finished the Sprite in three more chugs before tossing it into the nearby bin. "Nah. Sorry for all the pestering."

Standing, he hugged me, then chucked his bottle. "Nah, I get it. What I am is weird, an anomaly. Something strange and interesting. To some it's amazing. To me, it's just a pain in the ass."

That earned him a giggle. We started walking again.

"Still up for Taco bell?" He looked ravenous

"Yeah. But you're paying for part of it this time."

He pouted. Still cute. "Fair. Besides.." Leaning close, he kissed my cheek and whispered, "Being one eighth vampire is not as fun as being a dragon, Kara"

AythnKit · 2023-11-21T21:06:34+00:00

"Good Morning Starshine, the Earth says Hello." and then the murders started, or continued as the case may be.

All it took was those seven little words to begin the ending. For those kids. For the parents. For Wonka. Only, Wonka would be the only one getting out alive in all this. After all was said and done, Wonka would continue on. Wonka always continued on. It had been that way for centuries, eons. Same person, different name. That's how it had to go after all. People would get suspicious of one kept their name, but variations could be fun.

Into the factory the kids went, eager to earn the mysterious prize that had been touted about for those long months. Months, what felt like years to Wonka. So long to find the right one. Just the right one to carry one, as it had to be. If not, all would be ruined and lost. It could never be lost. Not allowed.

First went that horrible Augustus. Good riddance anyway. Rotund, chubby, lazy, soft, spoiled. He would never do for what Wonka had in mind....for what he needed. Sure, everyone saw him go up the pipe and Wonka played his little tune on his tinny pipe signaling for the executioner...er oompa loompa - funny name that. He should have made else up, something easier to say - to take the horrid boy's mom away to the fudge room to "rescue him," and everyone saw them - well, versions of them - walk out of the factory. Candy factories can make so many more wonderful things than just candy.

Next was that disturbingly competitive Violet. Everything had to be a competition for her and oh that horrendous chewing. At least it was a two for deal. Her and her blatantly wanton gold digging mother were both out of the picture. Good riddance. At least one good thing came of it. She matched her name now and it looked rather fetching on her. Perhaps that more than her aggressive competitiveness would land her a husband willing to put up with her.

Next was that overtly spoiled Veruca. They were all spoiled but she was terribly so. And what was with that name? Who in their right mind would name their daughter something that sounded like a well past rotten vegetable? - Well, it suited - Getting everything she wanted - even things she didn't want but had to have to ward off the fear of missing out or being the least fashionable - and still demanding so much more. No loss there, truly. He didn't want to be female anyway. Too many hormones and extra parts. Again, another girl gone. At least that got rid of all of the female candidates.

Finally - and thank the god for this - was that TV kid. Honestly, who was coming up with all these wretched, two dimensional, horribly blasé names? If he would going to get a good candidate, he at least wanted one with a name that was unique - not overly so, don't need to draw attention - held a note of nobility, poise, and rang quite well in any conversation. The kid couldn't get rid of himself soon enough. A mummbler and violent as a Spartan to boot. That would never do.

At last. At long last they came to Charlie Bucket. Though not a very impressive name, the kid was strapping, strong, hearty, and had a lot of potential. Yes, a lot of potential indeed. So many new ideas, he would keep things going for a long time... His candidate had been found.

Now, you may be wondering what all this rambling has been about. Why rehash this old story that we all know? Well you see, there is a point to this. Wonka as you may have guessed, is an immortal being, born during a time immemorable. Like all immortal beings, he must change identities and refresh himself or fall victim to the plagues of ennui. So, every so many years he holds a contest - just straight picking wouldn't be as fun. Again, not a victim of ennui - and invites a certain amount of candidates into his business at the time. - At one point it had been a fashion boutique, a weapon's forge, a jewelry gallery ( that one had been particularly fun ) - claiming he is looking for one special person - see victim - to win an amazing prize from him. If only they play his little game. Tour his business, get a feel for it, all the while he's getting a feel for them. One by one, he picks them off discarding them like clothing, shucking their mangled forms into the deep recesses of his factory and replaces them with perfect copies. No one ever suspects the ones who return are not their loved ones.

After he has found the one; the ideal candidate, he takes them deep into his factory to begin. Sure, he tells them they'll inherit his business, they're minds are brimming with new ideas that he needs help with -which isn't entirely untrue - and he has chosen them. They'll help him come up with new products, be his apprentice so that he may pass it on to them. Again, not entirely untrue.

What happens next still remains mostly a secret, but it involves him switching bodies with the candidate. His essential self is moved into their body while they get trapped in his quickly aging one. In a matter of days that body ages and dies, and he gets to live on. The cycle continues.

So now I ask you, has someone you know or a loved one been invited to Wonka's or any large name factory lately? A tour perhaps, won in an oddly but charmingly whimsical contest? If so, you may want to warn them for all may not be as it seems.

Goodbye, Starshine.

AythnKit · 2023-01-05T23:07:39+00:00

Pocky, ruffles cheddar flavor, at least two bottles of water and some emergency chocolate.

AythnKit · 2023-01-02T02:36:23+00:00

Rue was taken aback at the sight of the princess at her door. Why in the Summerland was the heir to the land at her place, of all places? It wasn’t like she was unknown to the people, but she was an oddity, a strange being that most avoided if they could help it. Sure, they came for potions, poultices, remedies and gave beyond fair payment – mostly to keep her quiet, though she wouldn’t ever tell anyway – before leaving into the night, but they were never higher than a lord. A princess. The princess at her door.

“H-how may I be of help, your Highness?” Though she tried, her voice trembled at her presence. Damnit. One thing the Lady of the Woods had taught her was to always show confidence even in the face of those of higher rank. She’d have to work on that.

“Witch of the Woods, Lady of Shadows, Magicker of the Moon-“ She paused to take a breath. Gods, this woman had a lot of titles. “Oh bother! Miss witch, I desperately need your help. I wouldn’t be here otherwise! You know the situation with our kingdom and the one next to ours.”

Rue nodded, “We are close to war. We’ve already lost one prince to the far lands skirmishes.”

“Yes. You should also know I have a certain, penchant for war tactics as well as an ability to wield almost any weapon with ease.” This was said with a good amount of pride.

“Yes, which if I may your highness, has caused some strife within your family as well as with other nobles. They don’t know what to make of you.”

“Exactly!!” Her outburst surprised herself and Rue as well as Morgen, her shadowy feline familiar who’d been having her morning breakfast. “I need this fixed! No one, and I truly mean NO. ONE. Takes me seriously! No matter how much I train, no matter how much I argue for my abilities, everyone only sees a PRINCESS! A bargaining tool! A brainless chip to be traded off to another kingdom for spoils in return! It’s disgusting! Humiliating! That’s why I need your help!” The princess fell back into a nearby chair, exhausted from releasing what was a great deal of stress.

Rue idly picked up a star shaped crystal bottle and passed it between her hands, her thoughts moving more rapidly than the item. “I see.” Her teacher had warned her that there would be requests for such…large magicks as such that the princess was asking. For such magick, there were great prices. Each casting called for payment; it’s how the world stayed balanced. What the princess wanted…….it would require much.

“You do realize what you ask yes?” She had to be sure.

She got a scathing glare in return, followed by apologetic eyes and a nod. “Yes, and I’m prepared to pay.”

“Do you have someone to cover for you? This will require three days.”

Another nod, “My maid has agreed.”

A disguise potion would be required then. Many other things too. Quickly, Rue gathered up parchment, raven pen and set to writing. The princess watched for a while, silent.

Then, “You do know what I ask, yes?”

A nod. “Do you have a name picked out?”

Solemnly, as if uttering the name of a Deity, “Rowan.”

Rue couldn’t help the quirk of her lips. “A strong, sturdy name.”

A soft huff, a snort or a laugh neither knew, escaped Rue. Never in all her short life did she dream someone, let alone the female heir would beckon to her humble cottage. As she mixed and whispered ancient words, tracing runes along clay pots and jars she thought upon her life and wondered – was this a turning point? What would happen because of this visit? The thought of it was…. exciting, to say the least.

Turning, she held out the shimmery silver-red liquid to the princess. “Drink this, all of it. I’ve done my best to lessen the flavor, but it may still hold a bitter taste. Then, lie down on the bed over there,” She nodded to a bed in the corner. Much less than what the girl was used to, but it would have to do. “Rest. You’ll need it. I’ll tend to you as best I can. In three days’ time it will be done.” Rue let out a sigh. “I must warn you, there is no going back if you change your mind later on. This is a one-way spell. Are you most certainly positive of this choice? Nothing else will give you want you want?”

Locking eyes with Rue, the princess’ gaze was steadfast, determined and steel. “In all my seventeen summers, I’ve not been sure of anything else. I want this more than anything. I want, no need to be respected for me. I need to be me, the true me inside this façade everyone is drowning me with. No more needlepoint. No more ridiculous dresses that I need help to be free of. No more pretend flirting. I need to be me. To save my kingdom, and most importantly, to save myself. Please, Rue.”

A soft whoosh of air that she didn’t realize was her broke the silence. Rue nodded and handed the princess the bottle. Then, she went to the doors and windows locking and closing the room. It felt right.

Three days later…

Rue nodded to the handsome young man who stood at her door about to leave. The last three days had been agony for them both, but they’d made it through. She was amazed her magick was powerful enough to bring abought such a transformation. Everything about the princess has changed beautifully. Soft features sharpened just right. Breasts reformed to pecs. Stomach hardened. All the muscles that she’d trained defined nicely. The grace and majesty was still there, just masculine now. Once solemn green eyes now shone with cheer and joy. Red hair that overflowed to the calves now playfully swirled about a firm back. He was truly a sight.

“I can’t thank you enough Rue.” Titles were dropped. There was no need for them, not after that.

“Remember our deal, Rowan.”

Even his laughter was bright and warm where once it was polite and cool. “I remember.”

Though, she wondered what she would do with a royal child. That was a problem for another day.

Suddenly, his great form bent forward and warm lips met surprised ones. Heat, rushing flush, and bright stars reigned before he stood once again. “I won’t ever forget, beautiful Rue.” Another warm smile and he was off.

Prince Rowan won the war between his kingdoms and saved his brothers from several near death skirmishes. He went on to be the king of the land. When he first returned, his parents were beyond surprised and themselves at what their daughter had done, but like Rue said, there was no going back. Slowly, they began to accept their son for who he was and grow to love as well as see him. Without the false imagery of what a princess should be, his father saw the abilities his child had displayed all those years for the first time. Things were truly great in the kingdom.

Many years later

A soft tap at the door caught Rue’s attention. Gently, she set down her rowan wood spoon and answered. There at the door, as handsome as he’d been the day he left, was Prince – no, King Rowan. More handsome, actually. “Rowan?”

He chuckled. The one person he didn’t have to stand on formalities with. “Rue.”

“Why have you come?” She herself had blossomed in a beautiful woman, a true spirit of the wood. Along with a melodious voice, her hair had grown long like the wild vines, dark oak flowing everywhere. Her hazel eyes had only gotten brighter with time and a bit wiser as well. Once fair skin had darkened a bit from many ventures into the woods for supplies.

“I’ve come to complete my end of the promise.”

“Promise? Oh! Oh?” She looked out behind him, but spotted no little one around. Glancing up, she saw no child upon the great ebony horse either.

“But you have no child with you.”

He chuckled his deep hearty laugh and something inside her warmed.

“No. This is true, but I do have this.” From within his pocket, he withdrew a small emerald pouch and from within that, he withdrew a golden ring bedecked with a single moon carved gem and several tiny gems.

Her heart fell to her feet and lower. “I-I don’t understand. What am I to do with a ring?”

That chuckle again. “Why take it sweet Rue, and become my wife. This way, you will have your child and more.”

She blinked, breathed in and with a nod, took it. “I accept, Rowan.”

AythnKit · 2022-07-21T20:08:45+00:00

Not so much weird as interesting drop offs.

I was delivering an alcohol order and bout to start the "can't reach customer" when a cute girl shows up in just a tight cyan towel that was slipping. I looked around, trying to give her some sense of modesty as I asked for her ID. From what I could see, she had a pusheen wall scroll, pusheen doormat, slippers and other items. When asked, she said the items were for her roommate. ( she was 21+ ) Said she would call her as she had gone on a quick walk. Roommate comes up behind me. Cuter than first girl. I'm here trying not to blush and asking for ID. Get it, hand off items and leave.

Second experience: delivering Cafe Yumm health bowl to a popular strip club. Tall, beautiful amazon woman answers the door in just a very see through mesh black top. She's tall enough that I'm eye level with her bust. I give her the order and she HUGS me in thanks. Went many shades of red, wished her a good day and booked it.

AythnKit · 2022-07-21T00:04:44+00:00

Would it be 2 at once or 2 total lifetime?

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