In which our heroine comes face-to-face with comic shop sexism
To set the scene: Sunday at the comic shop there are Magic: The Gathering tournaments. Between rounds, the various guys come downstairs to give their scores to my coworker.
Me: is behind counter
Magic Guy: "Where's ?"
Me: "Cleaning the bathroom."
MG: "Isn't that your job?"
Me: "...No."
MG: "Well, it should be."
What the fuck? You know what, asshole? I may be but a lowly female, but at least I'm not some sad-sack loser trying to make himself look tough by wearing a black trenchcoat and who spends his day playing Magic: The Fucking Gathering. You come out with a comment like that again and I will put your ass dowm.
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I get to spend the next week in Houston. That would be BC, not Texas. Texas would be prefrable. All I know about Houston is that it is tiny and home to the world's largest sawmill. It's going to be a long week.
Me: is behind counter
Magic Guy: "Where's ?"
Me: "Cleaning the bathroom."
MG: "Isn't that your job?"
Me: "...No."
MG: "Well, it should be."
What the fuck? You know what, asshole? I may be but a lowly female, but at least I'm not some sad-sack loser trying to make himself look tough by wearing a black trenchcoat and who spends his day playing Magic: The Fucking Gathering. You come out with a comment like that again and I will put your ass dowm.
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I get to spend the next week in Houston. That would be BC, not Texas. Texas would be prefrable. All I know about Houston is that it is tiny and home to the world's largest sawmill. It's going to be a long week.