Semi-cohesive ranting
I have about had it with humanity for the time being.
I guess I'm still getting used to the whole "being gay in public" thing. For the most part, people don't seem to notice (though Rebecca and I usually go out in Philly as opposed to Allentown). But every once and a while, there is someone who feels the need to glare daggers at us for holding hands. The glaring parties have always been female, which leads me to believe that they may have some unresolved issues with their own sexual desires. Tonight, one of these women really rubbed me the wrong way... And it freaks me out, because I know it's only a matter of time before someone decides to shout, "hey, dykes!" or lecture us about Jesus or something, which... will not end well. I am very non-confrontational to a point, but once you've crossed a certain line, I become downright vicious (verbally). But... if I'm verbally vicious to the wrong person, well, that leads to things like me getting murdered.
(Yes, I have a slightly overactive imagination).
THEN, we went into Ross, which must attract evil people. There was a woman who seemed to think she OWNED the clothing rack that I was trying to look at. I moved aside while she was looking at clothes, then walked past her and started looking at the clothing to the right of her. She said, "excuse me, I was here. Will you let me look?" I told her I wasn't trying to get in her way and she kept pressing the issue. I was so fucking close to snapping. I put up with this bullshit sense of entitlement from my customers all the time and there's no way I should have to take it from a stranger.
Things got even worse when we were standing in line.The woman in front of us tried to go to a cashier who was closing, threw a fit because the cashier was closing, and threw an even bigger fit when she was told that she had to go to the back of the line. Even though we said she could go ahead of us, she continued to yell at the poor manager the entire time he was ringing her up.
It all just makes me want to go crawl into a hole somewhere.
I guess I'm still getting used to the whole "being gay in public" thing. For the most part, people don't seem to notice (though Rebecca and I usually go out in Philly as opposed to Allentown). But every once and a while, there is someone who feels the need to glare daggers at us for holding hands. The glaring parties have always been female, which leads me to believe that they may have some unresolved issues with their own sexual desires. Tonight, one of these women really rubbed me the wrong way... And it freaks me out, because I know it's only a matter of time before someone decides to shout, "hey, dykes!" or lecture us about Jesus or something, which... will not end well. I am very non-confrontational to a point, but once you've crossed a certain line, I become downright vicious (verbally). But... if I'm verbally vicious to the wrong person, well, that leads to things like me getting murdered.
(Yes, I have a slightly overactive imagination).
THEN, we went into Ross, which must attract evil people. There was a woman who seemed to think she OWNED the clothing rack that I was trying to look at. I moved aside while she was looking at clothes, then walked past her and started looking at the clothing to the right of her. She said, "excuse me, I was here. Will you let me look?" I told her I wasn't trying to get in her way and she kept pressing the issue. I was so fucking close to snapping. I put up with this bullshit sense of entitlement from my customers all the time and there's no way I should have to take it from a stranger.
Things got even worse when we were standing in line.The woman in front of us tried to go to a cashier who was closing, threw a fit because the cashier was closing, and threw an even bigger fit when she was told that she had to go to the back of the line. Even though we said she could go ahead of us, she continued to yell at the poor manager the entire time he was ringing her up.
It all just makes me want to go crawl into a hole somewhere.