arial

Arial is like that one friend who is always there, but you never really notice. Imagine a loaf of bread that’s been sitting on the counter for a week – not moldy, but just kind of there, existing. Arial is the font equivalent of that. It’s like the beige paint on the walls of a dentist’s office, the kind that’s supposed to be calming but just makes you feel like you’re in a perpetual state of waiting. If fonts were people, Arial would be the person who always wears khakis and a polo shirt, no matter the occasion. They show up to a beach party in khakis, a wedding in khakis, and even a rock concert in khakis. They’re reliable, sure, but also kind of boring. Arial is the font that says, “I’m here to get the job done, but don’t expect any flair or personality.” It’s like the default ringtone on a phone – you know it’s there, but you never really appreciate it until you hear something different. Arial is the font that’s always picked last in gym class, not because it’s bad, but because it’s just… there. It’s the vanilla ice cream of fonts – not the fancy kind with real vanilla beans, but the generic store brand that’s always on sale. In the world of fonts, Arial is the background character in a movie who doesn’t have any lines but is always in the shot. It’s the font equivalent of a plain bagel with no cream cheese, just sitting there, being a bagel. Arial is the font that’s always invited to the party but never really stands out. It’s the font that’s always on time, never causes any trouble, but also never brings anything exciting to the table.