I commute every day on the train. At the front of each train is a section for the handicapped.
This morning I sat near that section. At the next stop, a bunch of hippies got on. One half-naked hippie sat next to me, and the others actually climbed over a couple wheelchairs so they could occupy the handicapped seats.
The hippie near me was conversing with another hippie in the handicapped section: "I hate those no-shirt, no-shoes rules! I like not wearing a shirt."
One wheelchair guy jumped in and said, "Well, there's a good reason for it ..." I was beaming at him because those hippies harass people in front of my office. Then, he continued: "You wouldn't want to see fat people walking around without shirts, would you?" He looked directly at me and said, "No offense."
Well, up till then, I was on his side. But then he decided to call me, a stranger, fat. I kept smiling at him, but what would have been the most devastating, coolest response?
(Detail: I am, actually, sorta fat.)
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