Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Saturday, April 08, 2006
So glad to be home
after 10 hours standing at the gas station, listening to bigots who haven't a clue that they are out of line (if I hear one more, 'well he sounded gay', 'well he was so gay', 'well, but they're generally nice people') from both customers and coworkers. Coworkers I feel I can handle pretty well. Regular customers take some special handling, and I have to admit, I haven't quite figured out the best way to do so. Sigh. This is when I ask myself what YKWIA would do. I'm pretty sure it would be a very direct, 'do you realise how bigoted you sound?' or even more confrontational. I should have been more outspoken. Instead, I sort of gritted my teeth and bore it, partly because I was shocked by what was said, and it wasn't overtly derogatory, like if someone had used the f-word. But it was meant that way. I wonder what he would have said if I asked, 'tell me, do I sound bi to you?'
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