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- Jul 28, 2024
Happened at Costco a few weeks ago.
Clocked immediately though he was facing away and at the other end of the aisle. Manlet with the typical mop of frizzy, mousy, just past shoulder length hair. Purple zip up hoodie and pink knee length skirt with white leggings and new balances, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the fashion taste of a nonverbal sperg girl I knew in 4th grade. It was the hunched posture and man hands that gave him away, hands are usually how I immediately clock as there's no surgery for those big mitts.
Sure enough as I got within a safe viewing distance, a 30-something year old man (possibly late 20s but you know how haggard they can be) with enough hairs on his face to warrant the purchase of the gillettes a few aisles over. The sterile lights of the establishment cast a very bright glow on his grease soaked receding hairline he desperately tried to cover with acomb-over side part. I was thankfully too congested to get a whiff of the beast walking past and instead, once he noticed me staring, gave him a bottom-to-top visual pat down, grimaced, and grabbed my rice.
Clocked immediately though he was facing away and at the other end of the aisle. Manlet with the typical mop of frizzy, mousy, just past shoulder length hair. Purple zip up hoodie and pink knee length skirt with white leggings and new balances, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the fashion taste of a nonverbal sperg girl I knew in 4th grade. It was the hunched posture and man hands that gave him away, hands are usually how I immediately clock as there's no surgery for those big mitts.
Sure enough as I got within a safe viewing distance, a 30-something year old man (possibly late 20s but you know how haggard they can be) with enough hairs on his face to warrant the purchase of the gillettes a few aisles over. The sterile lights of the establishment cast a very bright glow on his grease soaked receding hairline he desperately tried to cover with a