| "He May Be A Faggot, But He's Got Your Quarter!" |
| The story started when Mark and I decided to have a maniacal sleepover. No, not a monocle sleepover, although it is fun to pretend you're a cartoon rich person. So on this maniacal sleepover, we decided we needed to take crazy pictures. Over the course of the night, costumes were amassed. Pictures were taken. Hair was dyed. We stayed up allll night, went walking around Gloucester in the wee hours, and then went to school the next day full of No-Doz and Pepsi. The evening of the sleepover, we were in the midst of crazy picture-taking when it was determined that Mark's mom needed something from the store. So off we went, faux furs, tiny toilets, Elvis wigs, and all. Down at the corner store, we were wreaking general mischief. The tiny toilet is actually a bank. You flush coins down the potty and it makes a loud flushing noise. We were approaching everyone in the store and asking if they would make a donation to the Church of Elvis, holding out the tiny toilet. The people behind the counter thought this was very funny. Then, in walked a group of prepubescent boys trying to act cool. We approached them asking for a donation for the Church of Elvis. The lead kid didn't really know what to do. He tryed to play it cool and be funny. He pulled out a quarter and dropped it in. Then, this being Gloucester, the group of boys kept saying "faggot! faggot!" over and over to Mark. We followed them up and down each aisle, keeping in our characters as Elvis and... follower. The lead boy kept calling us faggots. Finally I said, "Well, he may be a faggot, but he's got your quarter." His friends cracked up and laughed at him, as did the guy behind the counter. The kid halfheartedly demanded his quarter back, to no avail. We bought our groceries and went on our merry little way. Ahhh, performance art... Sidenote: Somebody stole the tiny toilet. May they use it in good faith. |