it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.
overheard at the dominos I work at:
"pizza seller. I am going on a delivery and I need your strongest pizzas."
"you cannot handle my strongest pizzas, driver"