I don’t use the word fag. I promise you.

So I messed up today. A customer at work (in more words, and less straight forward) was accusing me of being a sort of homophobe through some miscommunication. I tried to explain it, but he kept interrupting me, and at some point he said “Open Your Mouth One More Time. Go Ahead, See What Happens. Open Your Mouth.”

And I did. Literally, just opened it and left it hanging.

I’ll probably be fired now, because I did say what he said I said, in a literal sense, I did.

Later I said to Manda, “God, like…this just came out of nowhere.” I just kept shaking my head slightly-back-and-forth…and I’d been sulking, sad, in the bakery for 15 minutes it must have been. She says, “Life tends to do that.” Mmhmmm.

Yeah.

I walked out of work with my tail between my legs, imagining the customer, gloating; “Who’s The Fag Now?”

My mouth stays shut this time.