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There is this idiot in the lobby. He's an older guy, talking to a pack of teenage soccer players. And he's been getting progressively more drunk and more horrible. He's been obnoxious all night, but right now I really want to kill him. He started going off on how whenever a Mexican soccer team comes to play an American soccer team, they should master the English language because they're in "our" country and "those fucking wetbacks need to speak fucking English." By the point he got to "wetback" I basically just went into the back office and shook. I really want to go over to him an introduce myself as the hotel's half-Mexican night auditor, and say if it's so important to be fluent in a country's native tongue then why isn't he speaking Cherokee or Navajo, and when he made a nearby girl of Mexican descent go into the bathrooms and cry I wondered how much I valued my job, but ultimately decided that scum wasn't worth getting fired for, no matter how satisfying punching him would be. One of the kids started trying to reason with him, saying the one truly great thing about America is that it's made up of people of everywhere, but Asshole kept insulting the kid saying America was founded only by "English, Irish, British. And that's how it should've stayed." THEN he starts going on about how "America runs the world, and when we find countries that have terrorists we need to annihilate the country." Girl He Made Cry starts trying to tell him that terrorists don't make up a whole country, and that it's completely stupid to keep imagining that there are countries populated entirely by people who do nothing but think about how much they hate America all day long, so he made her cry some more. I WANT TO ENACT A TOTAL BEATDOWN.
But until he starts saying these words to me, I'm not allowed to do anything. I feel like any remnants of my teenaged punkdom have been thoroughly stripped, but I am tired, and have been taking abuse this whole weekend, and just want him to go away. I feel like 13-year-old me would call me a sell-out, sacrificing my "integrity" for a paycheck, but I'm too tired to care.
Aw, but friend Travis just made everything better by calling and saying if he could grab some food for me. That was awesome.
But until he starts saying these words to me, I'm not allowed to do anything. I feel like any remnants of my teenaged punkdom have been thoroughly stripped, but I am tired, and have been taking abuse this whole weekend, and just want him to go away. I feel like 13-year-old me would call me a sell-out, sacrificing my "integrity" for a paycheck, but I'm too tired to care.
Aw, but friend Travis just made everything better by calling and saying if he could grab some food for me. That was awesome.