Or rather, into Chipotle. I was walking up Broadway and was waiting for the light at Broadway and Belmont to change. Two guys walk out of the Chipotle – they had on St. Louis jerseys (this was the day the Cubs played St. Louis) and yell at me:
There’s seven gay Mexicans in there. What do you think about that?
I say:
It’s a free country.
They fire back:
Yeah man, but..!
And they mutter and stumble down the street. I yell:
You’re in fucking Boystown, ya assholes!
A guy waiting for the light – a neighborhood regular – asks what happened and I explain and he says:
I was ready to help out!
A straight couple has crossed the street and the straight girls puts up her dukes and says:
I saw that. Where’d they go? I can take ’em.
Here’s what should have been said:
There’s seven gay Mexicans in there. What do you think about that?
And then I should have said:
That’s fucking hot. Are they still in there?
In Boystown even the straight girls are ready to throw down.
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