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The morning
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qbear and I are getting dressed this morning, and Jack is putting on a T-shirt to wear to work, since his workplace is having an outing to see a Giants game this afternoon.
“I could wear shorts,” he says.
“Isn’t there a dress code in your office?” I ask.
“Yes, but nobody pays any attention to it. Besides, if anyone ever said anything, I’d just say, ‘OK, I’ll wear a skirt then.’ They can’t tell me not to wear a skirt if women are allowed to wear them.”
“That’s it,” he concludes. “I’ll become a tranny out of spite.”
* * *
Later, we’re on the bus, and notice someone sipping coffee.
“Recently I saw a bus driver eating a banana, while he was driving the bus,” Jack says. “I wanted to tell him, ‘Eating or drinking is not allowed on all MUNI vehicles,’” imitating the no-eating announcements made on BART and other public transportation here.
“And then that driver would never pick you up again,” I respond.
“I actually don’t mind people eating on the bus,” Jack continues. “So long as it doesn’t affect me.”
“So, if someone’s eating stinky limburger cheese, that’s OK?”
“There are worse things to smell on this bus.”
“What if they’re eating an ice cream cone with chocolate jimmies on it, and the jimmies are flying everywhere?”
“That wouldn’t be allowed,” he says. “Their right to eat jimmies stops at my face.”
* * *
Last night I dreamed that I was a recurring cast member of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, portraying “Thump,” a friend of Giles who had moved to Sunnydale. The thing about Thump was that he seemed to live in a world that didn’t have vampires and demons, so whenever the Buffy crowd needed a break from the darkness, they’d head over to Thump’s to hang out. However, since Buffy always felt oddly weak around Thump and Willow’s magic didn’t work around him either, Thump never quite believed the group when they told him about fighting vampires and such, which turned him from a mysterious anti-supernatural force into mere comic relief.
qbear and I are getting dressed this morning, and Jack is putting on a T-shirt to wear to work, since his workplace is having an outing to see a Giants game this afternoon.“I could wear shorts,” he says.
“Isn’t there a dress code in your office?” I ask.
“Yes, but nobody pays any attention to it. Besides, if anyone ever said anything, I’d just say, ‘OK, I’ll wear a skirt then.’ They can’t tell me not to wear a skirt if women are allowed to wear them.”
“That’s it,” he concludes. “I’ll become a tranny out of spite.”
* * *
Later, we’re on the bus, and notice someone sipping coffee.
“Recently I saw a bus driver eating a banana, while he was driving the bus,” Jack says. “I wanted to tell him, ‘Eating or drinking is not allowed on all MUNI vehicles,’” imitating the no-eating announcements made on BART and other public transportation here.
“And then that driver would never pick you up again,” I respond.
“I actually don’t mind people eating on the bus,” Jack continues. “So long as it doesn’t affect me.”
“So, if someone’s eating stinky limburger cheese, that’s OK?”
“There are worse things to smell on this bus.”
“What if they’re eating an ice cream cone with chocolate jimmies on it, and the jimmies are flying everywhere?”
“That wouldn’t be allowed,” he says. “Their right to eat jimmies stops at my face.”
* * *
Last night I dreamed that I was a recurring cast member of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, portraying “Thump,” a friend of Giles who had moved to Sunnydale. The thing about Thump was that he seemed to live in a world that didn’t have vampires and demons, so whenever the Buffy crowd needed a break from the darkness, they’d head over to Thump’s to hang out. However, since Buffy always felt oddly weak around Thump and Willow’s magic didn’t work around him either, Thump never quite believed the group when they told him about fighting vampires and such, which turned him from a mysterious anti-supernatural force into mere comic relief.
