while on a noisy train with people chattering on speakerphone and playing music, a capital K Karen decided to march up to me as I was talking about queerly raising a kid with my gay polycule.
"we don't care!" she said with all the sass of asking for my manager. "we can hear you all the way over there!" [read: one seat behind and across me] "why don't you tone it down?"
"I don't care," I replied with the same finger snap. "if you're so bothered," I motioned my fingers walking down the train aisle "you can move!"
she flipped me the bird and huffed back to her seat. told the ticket taker that I was being a nuisance and that I should be told to quiet down.
he glanced over at me. "uh-huh." took my ticket and walked off.
I then proceeded to pointedly talk about how excited I was for my beloved husband to meet my beloved boyfriend's son so we could be gay dads together and her yapping behind us got very very quiet.
I love trolling people with love.
