Berets are kind of like boogers. When I’m talking to someone “wearing” either, I find my self concentrating so hard on not staring at it that I can’t actually converse and I generally leave feeling really uncomfortable.
A bunch of cashiers at Whole Foods were wearing them the other day… I decided to get in a longer line for a cashier not wearing one. I wondered if the if the line was that long because everybody else was thinking the same thing. Can a mother fucker not buy hummus without being subjected to berets? Fuck.