I remember the halcyon days of my youth, back when I loved the rain.
If it feels like it was just last week, well, it’s because it was just last week, before the floods came.
We used to shop at GameStop.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. They’re consistently ranked as one of the worst companies to work for. They’re Internet famous for being evil and anyone who’s ever been there is well aware of the constant barrage of requests aimed at guilting you into reserving the world’s least scarce resource: new video games.
It’s not exactly something you want to waste your Saturday night on, or anything. It’s not exactly fun, but unless you want to repel every human being on Earth lucky enough to possess a functioning nose you’ve got to do it.
I suppose hermitdom is another option, but that invariably leads to an Xbox addiction, which invariably leads to you cussing out 10-year olds after you whip them at online Uno, which invariably leads you to awkward video chats with their mom who you, invariably, had previously slandered in a particularly heated Uno match. It’s just a bad situation for everyone.
You’ve really got no choice but to do laundry.