This is an entirely personal post, it's about an experience at my day job, which has nothing what-so-ever to do with local music, unless you count the fact that I sell local music at aforementioned day job. So if you're not interested in personal posts, I suggest you stop reading now.
The name of said day job will remain nameless - those of you who know me already know the name and those who don't can rest assured that I will not be entangled in any kind of legal hassle dealing with it.
So yesterday at work a woman comes in with her son and wants to return a disc that she says her son got for his birthday but he doesn't want it and she wants the money back. No receipt though. And company policy is no receipt, no return or exchange.
Sorry, I say, but no return or exchange without a receipt. Company policy and all that.
She screws her face up into a scowl and says "You're RETARDED!"
"I beg your pardon?" I say.
"RETARDED!" she says.
The line of six people behind her stare at her. Her son looks up at her. I look at her, give her a look of pity and say softly, "Ma'am, my younger brother happens to be mentally retarded."
Her son looks shocked. The people in line give her "What a fuckin' BITCH" looks. She grabs her son and stomps off.
Yeah, I'm well aware that people use the words "gay" and/or "retarded" instead of "dumb," "lame" or "uncool" when something doesn't go their way. Here's the thing. Saying the word "retarded" to me is like spitting in my face. When you grow up defending your younger brother against haters hurling the word "retard" around, it carries emotional weight.
So in conclusion, say "retarded" to me and you shoot to the top of my shit-list.
The name of said day job will remain nameless - those of you who know me already know the name and those who don't can rest assured that I will not be entangled in any kind of legal hassle dealing with it.
So yesterday at work a woman comes in with her son and wants to return a disc that she says her son got for his birthday but he doesn't want it and she wants the money back. No receipt though. And company policy is no receipt, no return or exchange.
Sorry, I say, but no return or exchange without a receipt. Company policy and all that.
She screws her face up into a scowl and says "You're RETARDED!"
"I beg your pardon?" I say.
"RETARDED!" she says.
The line of six people behind her stare at her. Her son looks up at her. I look at her, give her a look of pity and say softly, "Ma'am, my younger brother happens to be mentally retarded."
Her son looks shocked. The people in line give her "What a fuckin' BITCH" looks. She grabs her son and stomps off.
Yeah, I'm well aware that people use the words "gay" and/or "retarded" instead of "dumb," "lame" or "uncool" when something doesn't go their way. Here's the thing. Saying the word "retarded" to me is like spitting in my face. When you grow up defending your younger brother against haters hurling the word "retard" around, it carries emotional weight.
So in conclusion, say "retarded" to me and you shoot to the top of my shit-list.
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