I unironically adore weird teenagers who don’t know exactly what the hell is going on yet. This kid came in for a job interview at the grocery store today wearing very nice slacks and suspenders and a bow tie, with his lil pink hair all done up, and I’m just like, “Oh, we gotta hire this kid. He kicks ass. Motherfucker’s going to groceries prom and we couldn’t stop him if we tried. He’s my manager now; I only answer to grocery prom kid.”