I walk into Rite Aid, stroll up to the counter slurping my frappuccino in a pair of my boyfriend’s baggy shorts and a ripped t-shirt. ask for my prenatal vitamins, but they inform me it’ll be a 15 minute wait.
alright, I tell them I’ll be back in a bit. but I quickly realize the AC is way nicer than the seats in the car, so I creep back on and take a intrusive seat nearby.
they must not have noticed me bc the next thing I hear is:
“surprised the vitamins are for her. she looks like THAT kind of girl”
“those pants are all I need to know she’s probably kissing girls behind whoever knocked her up”and then they started doing that giggle that middle-aged white women do when they think they’re being scandalous.
but I couldn’t help it, I started cackling really loudly, like, a full-bellied HAHAHAHA laughand that’s how one pansexual accidentally embarrassed four homophobic pharmacists into horrified silence
Standing ovation.
Bless
