

Me, on a plane: sits
The person next to me: so you’re disabled eh? Tell me all about it so I can explain to you how it’s the government’s fault, and then indirectly blame you for not working with partial blindness, one good arm and leg
Or
The person next to me: I couldn’t help but notice the stickers on your luggage and laptop, with the gay flag and the paw prints, I can help you find Jesus again
Or
The people awaiting boarding when I hug and kiss my partner[1] goodbye and cry: is he, uh, you know, is your friend not coming with you?
Me: stewardess, I’m gonna need a new seat
[1]
He’s technically my master and not my partner, but try explaining that to like 300 boomers
Yeah, sure, ‘good’…













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