“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
My sister got an internship in Kyoto, Japan through UT Austin. However, FAFSA did not help cover her past 2 years in Austin nor this summer internship. Please, support if you can or share. As always, much love homies.
P.S. Check out her page to get more details on what the fund is going to cover.
Palestinian Mohamad Abu Thabet collects anemone coronaria flowers with his children in a field in the West Bank village of Beit Dajan, near Nablus, April 5, 2016. Abed Omar Qusini
