The local Dairy Queen at lunch hour is a sesspool of skanky, awful junior high school types. Jam-packed with pimply, terribly dressed juveniles and their attendant hyperactive ignorance.
Today it was unuusally empty. Maybe a quarter of the usual raging hormones. Perhaps this being the end of school, schedules are off. Anyway, today I ordered my food, and while I was waiting, some kid sitting nearby, surrounded by his goofy group, says "Do you watch Oz?"
At first I thought I had overheard him talking to a friend, and I thought, "My god, you're too young to be watching Oz".
Then again "Do you watch Oz?" More pointed. He was talking to me.
"What?" I asked, naturally suspicious.
"Do you watch Oz?", then a dirty, yellow-teethed smile.
"I used to." I brace myself for the ridicule.
"Ewww. Oz is gay!" Laughter.
"You think so?" is all I could come up with. Conversation over.
I'm so disappointed in myself.
I, of course, should have invited him to join me in the Dairy Queen bathroom.