More and more I'm becoming a hardcore libertarian. But even I have limits. Today on the train to work was a perfect example.
I was standing, reading my book when the two workmen in their forties behind started getting a bit loud. Their conversation goes a bit like this:
"You went to the Rose and Crown?" - 1
"Yeah" - 2
"But that's a gay bar!" - 1
"Oh really..." - 2, sounding pretty respectably disinterested.
"Yeah.... me and Dave took Mike there once for a laugh at all the gays. Fucking queers." - 1
Now my tolerance of swearing has grown of late but my tolerance for what I consider to be a direct insult to myself (i.e. the word queer when said with a sneer) is... non existent.
I slammed my book closed, turned to face these two guys, saw a couple of people back away so thought my face must have reached it's angriest, and slammed the book against my leg to get the guys attention. I made sure they saw my rainbow wrist band, gave them a look that suggested they just DIE and then turned round and went back to my book.
I didn't hear two peeps out of them, or anyone else, for the rest of the journey. Being a giant has its major plus points.
Poor ol' Cutty Sark...
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