During lunch yesterday, I headed up to Eaton Centre to go take a look at this blow out sale most of the stores are advertising. It’s hot and humid in Toronto this week, so I’m wearing my tan cargo shorts, a bright pink golf shirt from this year’s Gap collection and a cream coloured baseball cap. I step on the escalator once at the mall and this “dressed for his time and age pretentious skinny gay kid with the mirrored porn star glasses, fun haircut, capris (argggh), beach sandals and an oversize tote bag” (actually reminded me of myself when I was 18 or 19) turns to his girlfriends after seeing me and start giggling and then exclaimed loudly enough for me to hear: “Ooo bubble gum pink, edgy!”
I look straight at him and say: “I’m 44 years old, I dress for my age and the weather. I’m not going to be one of those middle aged guys that want to dress like a teenager”. “Oh, and by the way, (giving him a full on head to to once over) if you still dress up like this when you’re 45, I personally am going to come back and beat the shit out of you, and if I’m dead by then, I’ll be haunting you”.
I was expecting a lashing of the gay teenage kind, you know some screeching with the word bitch thrown into the mix, but maybe he didn’t think I’d react so loudly, they all turned facing forward and took the next corner. I continued on to Old Navy to take a look at those capris for men on sale.
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Yeah!
I had some fucker, in 1984, when I had the “rat tail” (don’t laugh) that was bleached next to my dark brown hair say some stupid shit. I was with my girlfriend and called him out on his comment. He slinked away like a beaten down dog. Bitch.
I’ll never forget that, and bleached, dyed, goofy cut hair or not since then, I stand tall and proud.
Not one of my proudest moment, god knows I’ve said some comments out loud too before, but rudeness deserve more rudeness, we live in a “bullied” world