This was originally posted March 25th, 2009.
The last time it happened was over a decade ago.
I've put on some weight since then, and it actually shows (much better than before) that I'm not a boy. Anyway, I was running errands during lunch time (I'm allowed 30-minute-lunch breaks) and totally minding my own business. I just scored two tickets to a Gaslight Anthem concert, and was stoked.
To save a little time I decided to take a short cut, that basically means using an alley normally used for trucks delivering stuff for adjacent stores. Short of rounding a corner I heard voices, but didn't think anything of it. Having turned the corner I noticed several teenaged boys; not meaning to stereotype, but they were exactly the kind I see in juvenile court. I immediately ignored them, tuned them out, and walked on (without changing my pace).
I don't know what they were talking about (probably tall stories, judging by the tone of their voices) but just as I passed them I heard one of them say "faggot". Even though he said it under his breath, he said it loud enough for his friends to hear, and for me to hear it as well.
Frankly, I wasn't surprised, and I didn't respond to it. I played deaf and dumb, and walked on.
What a retard.
Wait. That would be offensive to people who are backward by genetic default...
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