Settle down kids, I'm going to tell you a story. It's not for the faint of heart, so I'll understand if you need leave halfway through. (But if you have to leave, at least go down to the bottom of this post and vote thumbs up for me first.) I also recommend having a box of tissues handy. No, it's not that kind of story. Sheesh. Perverts.

SETTING: Work

TIME: Random Morning in 2007

PLACE: Elevator

STORY: So I got on the elevator at the Lobby level. There was already a coworker on there with one of his clients, who came up from the Lower Lobby. Me and this coworker never really got along. People like me. People like him. But for whatever reason, we never meshed. We would often bust each others balls for no other reason than because we had nothing else to say to each other.

This time, we were making fun of each other's hometowns. He was making fun of Long Island and I was making fun of Connecticut. Lame, I know, but this is how idiotic our working relationship was. We stopped at the 14th floor where he and his client were going to get off while I was going to continue up to the 18th floor.

As the doors closed, I heard him say to his client: "And in Connecticut we don't have any fags."

Yup. He said it. And as the doors were closing no less. Loud enough so I could hear, but not to my face, and not in a way that would allow me to defend myself. I knew he was going to a meeting, so calling him wouldn't work, so when I got to my desk I e-mailed him and asked him if he said what I thought he said. I never got a response and from that point on he started looking away when we passed each other in the hall.

MORAL:

He's a DICK for saying it.

He's a PUSSY for not owning up to it.

He's a DICK and a PUSSY so he should just FUCK HIMSELF.

So why is this my most important moment of 2007? Because it taught me some very important lessons:

1. There really are gay people in Connecticut. Really! I googled it just to make sure!

2. No matter how nice (and adorkable) I am, people are still bigots.

3. I'm fairly awesome and if people don't like me, it's because of reasons outside my control. (You know, because of that whole Nature vs. Nurture thing.)

PREDICTION FOR 2008: My coworker will be found tapping his foot in a shady public bathroom.

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