OT: You know, some people really suck

Sorry, kids. This has absolutely nothing to do with kink, or anything fun. I just need to blow off some steam. 

Every Sunday, John and I have a routine: We go to the same restaurant, where everyone who works there knows us and we always sit in the same server's station. She never brings menus, just puts our order in as soon as we're seated, because we always get the same thing. We stay at the table for a long time, lingering over the paper, my crossword puzzle and several cups of coffee, and leave her a ginormous tip. 

Today when we came in, the waiting area was crowded, no place to sit, so I put our name in and we stood to wait. Because of the blood clot in John's leg, it hurts him to stand on it for more than a few minutes, so when a couple of spots on the bench freed up, we sat down, pulled out our reading material and focused on it as we waited. People came in and out as we sat there, but we were reading and didn't pay much attention.

Suddenly, we heard a man's voice saying very loudly, "It's amazing to me that in this day and age, a man will still sit down when there are women standing." We looked up. There stood a man about our age, staring directly at John. Standing next to him was a woman I figure was his wife, and seated at the other end of the bench was a much older woman with a walker. I'm assuming that someone else got up so she could sit down. If John had seen her, he would have gotten up himself. But they came in after us and we weren't looking.

John calmly answered, "What did you say?" The man, still staring John down, replied, "I said..." and then repeated exactly what he'd said a moment ago. 

John stared back. I sat there looking back and forth between them, thinking, uh oh. This isn't going to be good. But then John, after a good long measured look, went back to his paper. He didn't answer. A minute or so later, the trio was seated.

I was furious, though. Where did this creep get off, judging John? What did he know about why John needs to sit down? So when we were seated, I saw that Mr. Loudmouth and his two cronies were in the same station. I got up and walked over to their table.

"Excuse me, sir," I said, looking him in the eye. "My boyfriend has a heart condition, and he also has a blood clot in his leg. He needs to sit. So what you said back there was really out of line."

Before he could answer, his bitch of a wife lurched forward in her seat and got in my face. "No, it was NOT!" she snapped. I started to insist that it was, but she talked right over me, saying, "Just shut your mouth for five seconds!" I was so shocked, I stopped talking. She went on to give me this lecture about how her mother is 88 years old, she's on oxygen, she uses a walker, and that takes precedence over anything else. Then Mr. Jerk-off chimes in with, "And if that really is the case with your boyfriend (what, like I'd make that up??), then you say so at the time, and then you get off your ass to let an older person sit down, how about that?"

Wow. Just... wow. I was dumbfounded, being slammed into this wall of self-righteousness. The wife finished off, saying in this superior air, "Just a little something for you to think about as you age. Now go off and enjoy your day!" I shook my head at them and said, "OK then... you enjoy your judgment!" and I walked away. I heard her call after me, "We DO, thank you!" Ugh.

Twenty-twenty hindsight, what I wish I'd said was, "You know what? My boyfriend is twice the man you'll ever be, and he probably won't live to be anywhere near 88. So both of you shut your mouth!" But I didn't. I was too flabbergasted.

But wait, there's more.

I got back to our booth, and as I slid back in, I hissed to John, "Fucking bastards!" I followed his eyes and looked to my left... Jerk-off was right there. He'd followed me back to our booth. "What now??" I said.

"What, you can come to my table, but I can't come to yours?" he said, stepping closer to me. That's when John jumped in. "Leave her alone! Stop talking to her!"

The guy then swiveled his whole body aggressively toward John and answered, "OK, I'll talk to you!" But before he could launch into his next barrage of BS, John gave him a look of pure disgust and blurted, "What are you doing, man? Go away! Stop bothering us!"

At that moment, our server walked over, looking a little apprehensive, and John said to her (while flapping his arm as if he were waving away a bad odor), "Susie, get this guy away from us, will you please?" She then timidly tapped the idiot's elbow and said, "Sir..."

I guess then he realized that he had gone too far, and he was risking getting thrown out. He walked away without another word. Our server then gave both John and me a hug, and the manager came over to make sure we were OK. When our food came, the manager said, "Enjoy your breakfast in peace," and left us. Later, she said, "See you both next week!" So we were still in good standing. After all, we hadn't done anything wrong.

It's been hours and I'm still stewing over these fucktards. I really do need to let things go more easily. But I do not like people screwing with my loved ones. Anyone gives John crap, including his own family, and I want to fling it right back plus extra. 

(sigh) Oh well. At least it's off my chest now. 

Tomorrow, I'll start fresh and try to focus on the good folks again. I promise. Tonight, I'm allowing myself a good stew over self-righteous asshats. Begone from my head, cretins. You're not worth my consideration.