I always want to tell them, “NO MONEY FOR YOU UNTIL YOU STOP PROSELYTIZING AND START RESPECTING GAY RIGHTS.” But I never have the guts.
Right? And the longer I stood in line at Starbucks listening to their discordant ding dong tingaling, each ring was like a personal affront.
Basically I get REALLY snarky when I don’t feel good. Normally I see the bell ringers and I think, “oh, they probably just don’t know about the homophobic claptrap. They’re trying to do good the best they can.” Tonight? In my head? They were raising money specifically to put GLTBIQ youth on the streets.