I was in the Kmart in Penn Station trying to buy batteries but all the registers went down, so tensions were running high in the line. This big burly middle aged Noo Yawkuh guy started getting into it with this youngish kid in his 20s and the girl he was with, I guess maybe because they both tried to get on line at once. Clearly the older guy was being an unnecessarily belligerent dick, trying to intimidate them. Eventually the older guy yelled “faggot” at the kid. I look at him and say “classy.” He goes “what, are you one too?” Suddenly I hear “I absolutely am, sir” coming out of my mouth. He says “Sorry,” kind of shocked-like, and he repeats it a couple other times as I turn away–it sounded like he wanted it to come out sarcastic but that he was also kind of sorry that he called someone a faggot in front of an actual faggot. Eventually he manages to add “Kiss him and make it better, I don’t know what to tell ya,” to which I just reply “awesome” and roll my eyes. Then he threatened to hit the other kid, and there were all these cashiers and managers circulating–I thought they were going to get security but they might have just been trying to figure out what to do about all the busted registers. Finally I gave up on trying to buy the batteries and left.

What I WISH I had said to him instead of my awesome final reply of “awesome” was “Your revolution’s over, sir. Condolences! The bums lost!” As gross and ugly as it was to have this dickhead call someone a faggot and then continue to crack wise about it even after I “came out,” I just felt so, so good and so sure that his time is coming to an end, and it’s just a matter of time.

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