Yesterday, I was so pissed off and upset by an incident at work, I thought I'd share here.
Basically, I run a small record shop (well, I say shop, but it's in an indoor market) in Glasgow. One of my best sellers is Queen! So this guy comes in yesterday, with his wife, and everything is hunky dory. He looks around, has a gab about different LPs and artists, and starts quizzing me about values of LPs and what not. Fairly friendly and amicable. His wife then sees a Mr. Bad Guy LP on the wall, and asks if she could get it. "Fuck off", he says, "I don't like cunts like that". He looks at me when he says this, as if I'd nod in agreement. Instead, I asked him, rather sternly, to elaborate. "Well, he's a wrong 'un, innit....I mean, an iron hoof. We don't need fuckers like that".
Now, I'm not gay, but I was rather offended by not only the comment but the venomous sentiment and agression behind it. It goes without saying that I'm a Queen fan, and bearing a tattoo of Freddie on my arm, I also took it personally. It wasn't just the fact that he had said it about Freddie. I have gay family members and a lot of gay friends, so my feelings were hurt. It was also rather dumb because he didn't really know who he was speaking to - for all he knew, I could have been gay, or the customer behind him, or even my neighbouring trader.
So I calmly asked him to disappear. At first he thought I was joking, but I told him plain and straight that I don't stand for talk like that and that "his sort" weren't fucking welcome in the shop.
He left with his tail between his legs. Prick.
Any similar experiences, Qzoners?
It ain't about how hard you can hit, it's about how hard you can get hit: how much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!