Dean was making breakfast. Well, “making” wasn’t entirely accurate. He was reheating fried chicken from two nights before and trying out a waffle iron. The waffle iron, as stupid as it sounded, had been kind of a turning point. When Dean got excited about seeing it in the store, it was the first time Sam thought, Oh, he’s back. He is back.
All Dean had seen was Sam’s smirk. “It’s on sale,” he’d argued, brows furrowed, jabbing at the price tag. 25% off.
Standing in the doorway, Sam watched Dean bustle as easily around the kitchen as he would a rifle range, wearing one of the bathrobes with jeans, bare feet hitting the slab gracelessly. It was familiar.
Sam got the faintest whiff of burned batter, and knew, knew like his own skin, that if one of the waffles burned, Dean would eat it himself. Sam’s waffle, on the other hand, would be damn near flawless. Sam would say it was about Dean not wanting his little brother to have the short end of any stick, ever. Dean would say it was about not admitting that he’d burned a waffle. That was familiar, too.
Dean called out. “Sammy? Want juice?”
"I know how you felt now," Sam said. It came out so low.
This needs to be brought to attention IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
I don’t even understand what they’re expecting anymore. if they can lie to us to our face and us KNOW the truth, what power do we have , then?
"We’ve been through much together, you and I."
Captain America: The First Avenger Trivia Click gifs for more trivia in captions
Prompt: “Person A gets stood up by their date and ends up eating alone. Person B can be either a waiter at the restaurant or another person eating there.”
Or, in which Dean is a bartender down on his luck and a stranger wanders in from the cold one night.
It’s called decency. I know it can be annoying to get a call at an inconvenient time asking you to take part in a survey (which is what I do, I don’t sell anything where I work) or to buy something, but you can decline and express your disinterest without being rude. It’s possible, you know.
Like, just understand that this is a job - and for some, it’s the only job they can get. No one in a call centre actually wants to ring people up, potentially bother them, and ask them do they want to buy/partake in something. We get how annoying it is. We don’t give a shit whether you use the Internet everyday or how you’d rate your toilet paper on a scale of 1-7 (1 being not at all satisfactory, 7 being totally satisfactory).
Most call centres aren’t trying to trick you. If you don’t want to buy something or answer a survey, we respect your right to say no. If I can be polite to people for 6 and a half hours a day -even when people are shouting at me constantly over the phone as if I’ve killed their entire family- then surely you can be polite for a few seconds while you say you’re not interested.