For any of my readers out there that really know me you understand my passion for life. I love life and people and good food and cowboy boots and beautiful landscapes. I try really hard to live with the mantra "Generosity Of Spirit" (stolen from the movie "The Family Stone") however, I fail probably everyday. As much as I love life to the fullest, I can be judgmental. I have NO tolerance for bigotry, ignorant people/comments and ridiculously dumb people that use the n-word.
So, most days when I'm in the office I hit up the cafeteria at lunchtime..... bear with me, this will come full circle...... I gathered with lunch buddies the other day, eager to enjoy my Spaghettio's and Meatballs. Typically, conversation covers sports, entertainment (movies, etc) and general goings-on in the greater Chicagoland area. Yesterday however, was a bit out of the ordinary. By out of the ordinary, I mean extra annoying.
With us at the lunch table are the usual suspects. A few quiet ones and all too often, 2-3 not quiet ones. The non-quiet variety often spout off at the mouth with dumb shit. Their opinion (which is ridiculous and ignorant) on such topics as politics, Israel, rules in the NHL and the weather. I've learned to block it out although, one time I did fire back at some dumb comments about women drivers.
As mentioned above, I have learned to block out most comments from my fellow workers. Yesterday was the tip of the iceberg for me.... and by tip I mean I almost exploded. Below is the comment. After reading it, I want you to just sit with it and be quiet.
"Did you hear that Ricky Martin got married? Since he is gay he obviously married a man. I hope he gets AIDS and dies."
The potpourri of crap hasn't even fully digested with me. I wanted to jump across the table and tackle the ass that said this. The worst part is that this guy's son was sitting with us. What a disservice to speak in such a way in front of your offspring. Nothing like spewing hate.
On a brighter note, I'm wearing maternity jeans today. Interesting. I recommend these pants for anyone hitting up their local Old Country Buffet. LOTS o spandex.
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