Wednesday, October 01, 2008
"Hey dudes, stop the faggot talk!" I am at my favorite pizza place on 4th Avenue and I've just ordered two slices- black olives and onions on one and artichoke hearts and minced garlic on the other. I give the cute girl behind the counter a $1.50 tip and my bill comes to $6.40. I walk a couple of steps to the counter to grab a napkin and red pepper flakes and parm cheese.
At the window a pair of late teenagers are talking very loudly. Very loudly. Every other sentence is, "He's a faggot," or "That's such a faggot thing to do." One was in line in front of me. Since we are humans, we both ordered food and beverages. Both guys look alike, that scruffy hair that seems to be in style, white tee shirts with something printed on them, bit black lumps piercing their ear lobes.
I walked a couple of steps toward them and in a very loud voice tell them those six words. They look instantly mortified and both blurt out, "Sorry!" I nod and return to the counter for the red pepper flakes that I like to sprinkle on my pizza. The three or four tables of other people, people who didn't care that the kids were so loudly and obnoxiously using the f.a.g.g.o.t. word, looked at me curiously.
I waited for my pizza and when it came it was good. I'm glad that I spoke up, but wished I had added a second sentence, "I'm a faggot and you are offending me." I'm not willing to be silent anymore.
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At the window a pair of late teenagers are talking very loudly. Very loudly. Every other sentence is, "He's a faggot," or "That's such a faggot thing to do." One was in line in front of me. Since we are humans, we both ordered food and beverages. Both guys look alike, that scruffy hair that seems to be in style, white tee shirts with something printed on them, bit black lumps piercing their ear lobes.
I walked a couple of steps toward them and in a very loud voice tell them those six words. They look instantly mortified and both blurt out, "Sorry!" I nod and return to the counter for the red pepper flakes that I like to sprinkle on my pizza. The three or four tables of other people, people who didn't care that the kids were so loudly and obnoxiously using the f.a.g.g.o.t. word, looked at me curiously.
I waited for my pizza and when it came it was good. I'm glad that I spoke up, but wished I had added a second sentence, "I'm a faggot and you are offending me." I'm not willing to be silent anymore.
