An exercise in lazy storytelling (ALL BROKEN)

I'm hoping you all enjoyed your gif fix, because since I pubbed this the first time, my laziness has superseded the need to fix all these broken gifs. IDGAF.

So, if you haven't seen all 70+ pages of Whatshouldwecallme.tumblr.com like I have, you'd best get on it. They're the best. Note: I didn't make ANY of these. I don't know how yet. These all came from Whatshouldwecallme.tumblr.com.

This is the story of what happened between me and the bank this past month.

One night I went to go deposit a bunch o' rent money at an ATM with Chris and we were like:

And then the ATM was like, "Transaction could not be completed" with the money still inside the machine. And then I was like:

The next day, I called and filed a claim. They gave me a credit. Then 3 weeks later, they took the credit back because they said they investigated and couldn't find the money. It made me feel like they were saying:

I tried to talk to people in a firm tone, but you know me, I try to be mean, but then I'm like:

So Chris went with me and talked to the banker this time. Chris was like:

Then the bank said they'd re-investigate, and we were like:

But it had been a week and I still hadn't heard anything, so by now I'm like:

And then they FOUND THE MONEY AND GAVE IT BACK. Now we're like:

Thank you again to Whatshouldwecallme.tumblr.com, for making this post possible. Good night. 

I'm scared I'mna fall and hurt myself

Navigating the streets of New York -- whether it is raining, snowing, or summering -- is treacherous. And I'm not talking about the brazen cab drivers or the City Sights double-deckers. Or the bike couriers. Or the people handing out flyers.

I'm referring to the concrete under your feet, the stairs, the intersection ahead of you.



One time a friend of mine and I were walking across the street in Chinatown and she totally fell down. And I froze. I didn't immediately drop down to help her up. I was shocked and freaked out. I don't even remember if I actually helped her up. I'm a horrible friend. And some tears of shock fell from her eyes and then we whipped our hair back and forth and got over it.

But then this other time, another friend of mine fell down in the street while trying to cross a street somewhere else, and people came running. I wasn't there to witness it and come running (or just stand there all dumbfounded again); I just heard about it. When people come running, that's when you know it's bad. Eventually, she made it home, but her ankle was swollen, and she was trapped, TRAPPED in her apartment. The swelling subsided and she could regain her mobility the next day, but could you IMAGINE? What if she'd broken something? I CAN'T. DON'T.

I once saw an old man leaning against a building in midtown east, holding his bloody nose, because he took a tumble trying to walk 8th avenue like a normal person. Shit was fucked up.

Guys. Be careful. Feet are sensitive.