I once met a man in Branson, and I thought to myself, “Who is this guy?” So I went up to him and said, “Is that you, dad?” He laughed and told me he was younger than me, so I said, “So does that make you my grandpa?” Then I tried to sell him some pills that cure dyslexia. 2020/01/202020/01/20 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
I hate automatic doors, because they eliminate kindness from society. When I’m walking towards a door in step with a stranger, old or young, man, woman, or a nonbinary entity of uncertain origin, I jump ahead to hold the door open, and I smile as I say something charming to them. 2019/08/29 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
The fact that we have become strangers tears my heart in two. I need a minute to collect myself. Come back in 60 seconds and I should be the guy you know and love. 2018/12/182018/12/18 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
It only takes a moment to make a moment that could last a lifetime. If you just slow down, you may make a fast friend. 2018/11/272018/11/27 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...