he sat alone outside a coffe shop a couple of blocks down from his apartment. he came to this cafe often even though the coffee was not that good, he liked, well not really liked, but was addicted to listening to the conversations that took place. people discriminating and harassing in generalities and in individuals over race, religion, income, clothes, hair, friends, apearance, sexual preferance, you name it. if it was anything different from the modern "pop" culture, anything that wasnt made into a large deal and exploited by some unknown high-power, if it didnt quite match up with most of society, then they were discriminative towards it and put it down.
He sat and sipped his coffee while reading a book. he was the only one at the cafe, he had left work early to get there like he often did to avoid the thick clowds of soccer moms who swarmed to this place on the way back from dropping there sons or daughters off at their sports practices. He had been there for roughly 10 minutes when the waves started. He sat there patiently as he was tripped over and told by otheres to excuse them.
Two women probably in their mid 30's took places behind him and began to gab loud and endlessly. If there was one group of individuals whom he hated, it had to be the soccer moms. They were loud and always had something to say in any matter, whether they were educated in the subject or not. They were the most closed minded christians angry against gays, muslims and scientists. They were the most closed minded of the bunch, and a common insult among them was "athiest."
One of the women remarked on the subject of homosexuality, when a two men walked by holding hands. She remarked " What is America coming to when a couple of guys can act in such a perverse manner? This should be condemned by all people. It is bad enough to even think about. They are going to hell for this, this is disgusting." He sat there quietly over hearing their conversation.
The other woman agreed and they continued. A short while later the same couple came by again, probably after some window shopping, and sat down, right behind the two soccer moms. This disgusted the two, you could watch as the instigastor of the two looked angry, as if the men shouldnt be allowed to even drink the same coffee as them, and the quiet one stared into her coffee.
The man (Lets call him peter now since it is apparent that i cannot continue just calling him he.) just sat trying no to laugh, he saw the two men walk by and sit down and knew how the two women must have been reacting. He was angry at their prejudiced, yet overgleed that the two men chose to sit there right by the ladies. He loved it.
peter went back into his book after disgussing the two ladies with himself. after a couple of minutes one of the men got to up to. The other stood up with him and kissed him long on the mouth before his fiend left, right in front of the two women's table. The one left, the other sat back down at his table until his order was up, he got his coffee and left. The two women started disgussing the two. How this it was disgusting and unnatural. Peter's stomach boiled with hatred for the two as he listened in. The instigator said "Oh how the world has changed, gays used to be suppressed and beat up, not left neutral and certainly not equally accepted. can you believe it. what a diminishing of culture. its like it is cool to be gay. my son has been set straight, he know that its not right."
The veins on peters neck were sticking out as his blood pressure rose. He was part happy part pissed, he was glad that the two women were uncomfortable and angry, but angry himself because such a narrow minded human has survived to her late 30's, and that such a human even existed. Peter looked back down at his book and continued reading.
A flyer facing the street, taped on the window of the coffee shop was advocating those church groups for children. The main points of the flyer were that: church cleanses your spirit and soul, teaches about gods plan, and teaches high morals. Peter was partially disgusted, but still laughed at the flyer. The flyer was ridiculous. Peter hated most religion. Religon had turned into a social scene, and a burden anymore. Most religious ones are very closed minded towards others who they do not veiw as sharing there religions, this is extremely defined mostly in the christians. Peter thought about the prejudiced displayed toward mormons. Some christinas dont see them as christian "they're going to hell.", he remembered hearing from several conversations, and you know the ladies started in.
"Alex goes to those gatherings every week."
"So does Todd."
"I think it is good for children to learn these morals with each other while they are so young."
This translated in Peters head as "I think it is good to manipulate them and force them to go to church, so we can brainwash them at such an early age, and not worry about them having minds of their own, and possibly doing something un-christian." Peter was getting angry again.
Two rounds of coffee later, peter was still there, and so were the soccer moms. they had continued their conversation and peter was just in awe at their ignorance.
Peter spotted a woman and a child about 10 in a soccer jersey approaching. Their mini van was parked a couple hundred feet down. "Oh great," peter thought, "they brought a drone."
As the two approached, the expression on the moms face perked up, as in recognition of a person in the shop. as she drew nearer she shouted to someone, "Cathy.".one of the women sitting behind peter perked up to the sound of her name, "christine" she yelled back, "how are you?"
"Are you still on for bunbunko tomorrow."
"ofcourse i am, 7 o'clock right"
"yes, and bring some of those wonderful crab cakes you make."
"yes, ofcourse, let me buy you a cappaccino."
"oh you dont have to,"
"no, it's on me, i insist."
"well, thank you."
"my pleasure."
And so the women talked and caught up on what their architect,
and doctor husbands, and snotty kids were up to. Eventually the
instigator of the two brought up the gay couple that had came by
earlier."Uh, you should have seen the way the two came and sat like
they were equal to us, they're a bunch of perverts, running around."
"Disgusting," said the new addition "I wish someone would have
said something to them so they might leave."
"I know, it is intolerable."
"The worlds values have really dropped from the time i was a
kid."
"I said the same thing."
"This kind of thing used to be unheard of. Sure there were one
or two every now and then, but they didn't just walk around like they
do now."
"It's like it is cool to be gay now."
"I am gald paul knows that it's not."
"I feel the same for my son."
Peter rage was built up now, he was about to burst. He was so
angry that such a breed od people existed. He let out a huge
obnoxious laugh, that sounded like a jolly drunk man.
"Aaaahhhhhaaaaahhhaaaahhhaaa." this aroused everyone from their loud
conversations and they all directed their attention at him, giving
him dirty looks and sneers. He continued laughing for about 10
seconds, before he began banging on his table with his body leaning
on it and sounding like he was out of breath as he began to whease,
still trying to laguh "Oh my god" he shouted. The faces were still
looking at him. He laid back in his chair like it was nothing and
started reading again. Everyone went back into their conversations,
only this time they were quieter because they were angrily
discussing his rudeness. He knew it too.
The women behind him began with how it was awful manners in
such a public place, and how this behavior should be designated for
dirty drunken irish pubs. He overheard this clearly and almost burst
to tears over it, their racism. He refrained though. "Mom, he used
god's name in vein."
"I know honey, some people dont know any better."
"do you think he believes in god."
"i don't know honey."
Peter was about to pop, he was trying hard not to burst into
tears laughing, he was getting a kick out of the conversation behind
him. Then he imagined himself inflating larger and larger like a
baloon, as he tried to hold in his laughs, until finally he bursted
and his entrails flew in every which direction, covering everybody
in his insides. he imagined the people,covered in entrails, looking
at where he used to be, and showing dirty looks and smirking like
they did before. this made it worse. he was about to die/ he took a
few deep breaths. Then started it again.
"He must not have been taught about god" said the boy
"Now at least you know better right, paul"
"yeah"
"paul, tell cathy and jan you did last last sunday" said his
mother "i am so proud of him" she said to the other two women.
"I brought my friend billy to church with us, his family is
budhist, i thought he could learn something."
"Billy helped save him from going to hell."
"I got a candy bar from the pasture."
The tears on Peters face turned from tears of hysteria into
tears of hate. He could take others ignorance and hate toward
himself, but he couldnt take others ignorance and un-tolerance of
others. He got angry again. He hated how ignorant others could be,
he hated organized religion, he hate the three women behind him.
On of the women had gotten up to get another espresso. Peters
anger was over the limit by now. he knew the woman had gotten up to
go get another espresso. when the woman returned, Peter backed out
right in front of her. she lost her espresso, spilling it all over
herself and forcing her to trip, chest driving into the table where
her friends and son were seated. Her two friends coffee cups, who
were mostly full got pushed over and ran coffee on her friends laps
and aweaters too.
Peter, still sitting, turned around looked at her, as if she
caused a commotion all about nothing. he pushed his chair out the
rest of the way and stood up, pushed in his chair. by this time his
victim had recovered."You..you did that on purpose" she said.
The people in the cafe had noticed the comotion and once again
perked up at to see Peter. They saw what had happened and knew that
Peter had done it on purpose. they watched the rest of the ordeal.
"You..You athiest" she cried. Peter said nothing, he stood tall
and looked her in the eye, then raised his hand horizontally over
his heart and gave a nazi salute to her. The woman gasped. Peter
grabbed his book off his table marched down the street.
Peter: went on to be the manager of sales at mervins.
The "instigator" soccer mom: lived a hateful ignorant life and died
at age 45 while she caught a case of roadrage headed to pick up her
son from soccer practice.
The "reserved" soccer mom- got mugged while crossing the street one
day.
The third soccer mom- lived a long dull life without her two
friends.
paul-grew up to be an alchoholic "wife-beater" and did 10 years in
state, and lost most of his stuff in the divorce.