I was in line at the pharmacy. This :grillman: :maybe-later-kiddo: power couple in front of me, of the distinct "The Wife dresses as fancy and distinguished as she can, while The Man Of The House dresses like a sack of flour wearing a Punisher skull t-shirt with a thin blue through it with cargo shorts" variety. The pharmacist had a :doomer: face that I felt kinship with, and looked too tired to hide it.
:grillman: "DID YOU CHECK THE BACK?" (caps emphasis his) "I DIDN'T SEE YOU CHECKING THE BACK."
:doomer: "The area behind me is 'the back.' What you see is what you get-"
:maybe-later-kiddo: "Excuse me? What did you just say?"
:doomer: "That's it. That's 'the back.' I'm sorry, that really is the entire-"
:grillman: "REALLY? FUCKIN' REALLY? You going to give me that much fuckin' attitude, son?"
:maybe-later-kiddo: snapping her fingers at someone that she thinks is the manager, arm reached over the counter, stretching around the covid-era sneeze shield, while that not-manager kept her head down and kept working at her station
:grillman: "I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE. ON THREE, YOU'RE GOING TO CHECK THE FUCKIN' BACK."
No gunshots ensued, but the :doomer: did a walk of resignation around the little visible back area anyway, pretending to be looking for something.
:grillman: "Was that so hard?"
Things calmed down from there, and after a dull and stupid extra few minutes, :grillman: :maybe-later-kiddo: left without anything else remarkable to talk about, except that they wanted written information about :doomer: to send to the pharmacy's management.
I sort of made the same :doomer: face at :doomer: in sympathy, but that's all I could really do. Is it really that hard to not make miserable people more miserable?
Had a guy I didn't know at the July 4 party I was at ask me and my wife why we were still wearing masks, my wife talked about being super high-risk for covid complications, the dude clearly processed none of that and spewed some word salad about "thinning the herd"
Overlooking the obvious "it would be good if you died" implication, the host's husband and the dad of guy who presumably invited this chud actually died of covid somewhat recently
the whole thing was a big ol' :jesus-christ: which got even weirder when he flagged me down to ask my pronouns in a "hey you! are you a man or a woman? my wife keeps telling me to be nicer so what are your pronouns?" sort of way lmao
If I never attend another cishet party again I'll be happy
The CISHETS are BIGBRAINED and GLISTENING from their ONGOING COVID INFECTIONS (it is swelling their brains)
This 4th was my first "fuck America, but at least this is a good excuse to grill together" queer party, and that was so nice I don't think I can ever go back
I miss those :( I moved to the middle of nowhere recently so i'm still trying to find the other queer people. Fortunately one of the nearby cities has a roller derby team so I'm gonna start there
It's weird how many Christian hogs will assume that just because they are straight and a man, that's all the moral-superiority they need and then revel in committing as much sin as possible outside of that because they want to look tough, or something.
Do they not think that the devil approves of them acting like a complete tool to random people, even if it's directed at other straight guys?