Cringe is art

who the fuck cares if you’re cringe?

There’s a couple a few chairs over talking about a fast food restaurant and its anti-LGBTQ politics. I know I shouldn’t listen, but I can’t help myself. The girl in white talks about how “everyone there is friendly, so it can’t be that bad”. Her friend, a European lad with a soft accent and big ears, replies with something salty about American hospitality. What he means to say…