I went to go pick up pizza in Monroe and, while I'm standing at the counter waiting for the guy to cut one of them, this other guy comes in and stands really close to me. He's got a cane that he keeps swinging up over his shoulder, and I'm worried he's about to whack me with it. Instead, he leans forward and murmurs, "The owner of this place is heading up pride this year."
"Okay...I live in Sultan, so I didn't know that."
"Yeah. I'm here to volunteer." He then leans back and just kinda rests on his cane. I thought it was...a little creepy, so I finish paying for ice cream (which I couldn't order online), and as I'm doing so, he leans in close again and says, "I'm heading up the medical tent for trans pride in Seattle. I'm a former Green Beret, so if any chuds show up, I'm gonna beat the shit out of them."
Cue "OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY" and me dashing back to the car.
It's like the horseshoe theory of "am I in danger???" because honestly, more creeped out than anything, though I'm also glad he's theoretically more on our side. It just felt a little chaser-y to me. "hhhhey I like trans people so I'm gonna beat people up >:3c"
