Public speaking

Here’s what Terry wrote today – she was at a Dunkin’ Donuts and saw four children sitting alone:

The eldest looked almost six. Then there was one four, one three and one about 15 months. The six-year-old put the little one in a high chair and pulled her to the table. Then they all sat looking out the window.

“I’m not running a day care center!” the lady behind the counter suddenly yelled over to them. “You just tell your father that!”

“Where is he?” I asked when I approached to order my latte. I too had noticed the absence of a grownup.

“Search me!” she said.” He said he had to go to the ATM.”

“Oh. Well let’s not make the children feel bad!”


I want that kind of courage, the courage to speak up in public. The other day I was at my local coop food store and overheard one (young, female) employee saying to another (young, male) employee: “That’s so gay!”

He didn’t react; it didn’t seem to bother him. It’s such a common, probably mild, insult these days, I guess. But it really bothered me, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

How can you explain how hurtful this is, the automatic assumption that gay=stupid, or somehow less-than? What do you say?

But I’m sure Terry would have thought of just the perfect thing.

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