Scene: a Thai restaurant in Hollywood, on Sunset Blvd.
We walk in and get seated just behind the only other party in the restaurant, a group of three guys -- two hipster filmmakers and a possibly homeless vet.
The vet initially starts talking at length about various guns and clips and everyone needing to arm themselves to the hilt. Then the conversation shifts to terrorism and the guy turns out to be a full on conspiracy theorist: 9/11 was an inside job. Obama is a Muslim Kenyan. ISIS is also something the US govt created and its members are all former military. Then there was a lengthy tribute to Saint Chris Kyle, complete with looking up to heaven while saying a prayer for his soul. At some point one of the hipsters turned around and looked at me, and I'm pretty sure my face was a combo of , because how could it not be?
Up to this point the filmmakers seemed to be in total agreement with him. But then Truther said that he was in NY, only 18 blocks away, when the Trade Center fell. After he mentioned his exact location though, one of the hipsters said that Truther was actually much, much farther away and questioned him a bit. So we started thinking that the filmmakers were just playing along with Truther for the sake of their craft. But then on their way out, the other hipster stopped to give evangelical pamphlets to the waitress and the hostess. So who really knows.
MH asked me if I was okay after they left. Because my face was still
I wish I were there. Being passable in thai would have made it far more interesting.
Why do assholes speak so loudly, and I've felt like not saying things at times to not rock the boat?
As I get older I care less. Oh, you're anti gay? I'm not. Everyone deserves to misty the consenting adult they love. Think Muslims should be banned? That sounds really bigoted.
That is the weirdest thing ever. I probably would've chuckled out loud or done a dramatic sigh. But I fully acknowledge that I can go from 0 to asshole in .2 seconds.
All I could keep thinking was this is the last person who I'd want to have a gun. Especially since I'm the wrong shade of brown for his liking. Although I was half expecting DD1 to loudly ask why those people were talking about guns.
That is the weirdest thing ever. I probably would've chuckled out loud or done a dramatic sigh. But I fully acknowledge that I can go from 0 to asshole in .2 seconds.
I might talk loudly enough to be overheard. I'm passive aggressive like that.