No Thank You
Sep. 29th, 2012 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzAfter my morning run, mowing the yard, and lunch, I was running a few errands as usual for a Saturday.
I stopped by a gas station and on my way in I passed a popcorn stand manned by a grown bald man in a boy scout uniform. He was rather handsome. I couldn't figure why he was out here alone with no apparent scouts to help.
"Would you like to buy some popcorn and support the boy scouts?" he asked.
In that moment I severely wanted to unleash my inner Julia Sugarbaker on him, launching into a tight, Southern-tonged tirade about why a gay man like me would never support an bigoted organization like his. I'd mention that it would be sad if any of my money, tainted by the dreaded yet fabulously-colored gay cootie, should infect him or any of his little stooges, creating even more of the scourge that he and his ilk wanted gone from the planet. I would have ended my verbal blast with a promise to buy twice as many Girl Scout cookies this year as they are a kind, wonderful organization that his group could learn so much from.
Yet, in the moment where all of these thoughts surged through my head, I refrained. I honestly felt a bit sad for him to have to stand out here hawking that popcorn by himself.
"No thank you," I said instead.
He may have thought me to be a cheap guy or whatever. I was off to have fun. He was standing there in that goofy outfit trying to sell popcorn. That's revenge in itself.
I stopped by a gas station and on my way in I passed a popcorn stand manned by a grown bald man in a boy scout uniform. He was rather handsome. I couldn't figure why he was out here alone with no apparent scouts to help.
"Would you like to buy some popcorn and support the boy scouts?" he asked.
In that moment I severely wanted to unleash my inner Julia Sugarbaker on him, launching into a tight, Southern-tonged tirade about why a gay man like me would never support an bigoted organization like his. I'd mention that it would be sad if any of my money, tainted by the dreaded yet fabulously-colored gay cootie, should infect him or any of his little stooges, creating even more of the scourge that he and his ilk wanted gone from the planet. I would have ended my verbal blast with a promise to buy twice as many Girl Scout cookies this year as they are a kind, wonderful organization that his group could learn so much from.
Yet, in the moment where all of these thoughts surged through my head, I refrained. I honestly felt a bit sad for him to have to stand out here hawking that popcorn by himself.
"No thank you," I said instead.
He may have thought me to be a cheap guy or whatever. I was off to have fun. He was standing there in that goofy outfit trying to sell popcorn. That's revenge in itself.
