Druggies and Lesbians

My mom and dad were talking at a park table when I walked up. My younger siblings were swinging in the park.

This guy came up with a scab across his nose, long hair, coarse voice like he smoked a pack of cigarettes everyday, and he looked like he hadn't showered in weeks. He carried a canister.

He walked up to my dad. "Hey, buddie, you wanta see somethin'?"

My dad didn't have the time to say yes or no. The guy slipped out a poster with a band's name on it. He seemed to think it was valuable and grinned as he rolled up back up and shoved it back in the canister.

"Sorry about my nose, man," he said as he pointed as the scab on his nose. "I was out drinkin' last night my bodyguard jacked me up." He gripped the canister. "Bad bodyguard! Next time I see him, I'm going to..."

I can't remember his exact words from there.

He walked off after that, and started wrestling with someone. My dad and were about to break it up when they stopped. After that, a lot of rough-looking people flocked around one table where a guy with a laptop sat.

We walked by that spot while we were leaving. There was a red slipper on a rock; a sign of a drug hot spot.

I thought I was having an interesting time at the park, till I found out what happened to my older brother! He's a manager at a fast-food place.

A little background info first; when a restaurant is getting rushed, some cashiers print out their receipts and write a brief description of the person who ordered the food. That way it's easier to keep track of people. That receipt is thrown away and we print out another for the customer.

A group (about 10) of mostly gay people came in. The cashier, flustered in a big rush, wrote down "lesbos" on their receipt.

Well, when their monster of an order was finally gone, they asked for a receipt. Someone handed them the receipt with the writing on it.

My poor manager bro listened to this guy rant about it for 40 minutes.