so i saw my boss' wife one day at the entrance of a crowded gocery. i greeted her. she greeted back. then proceeded to ask me, there in the middle of what i sensed was a purely homophobic crowd, where is my partner?
what?! fuck!
"oh, you mean my wife."
"yeah, your partner."
"no, my wife."
"yes, where is your partner?"
then people started looking at me.
shit. shit. shit. what is your problem, lady? you can't just yell to a guy in the middle of a crowded grocery and ask where his "partner" is. jesus. i'm not gay! i have a wife. two kids. bad posture. and dirty fingernails. i have no partner.
nosy bourgeoisie bitch. no wonder she's married to that baboon in the office.
aaarrrgghhh!!!!
//i'm out.
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