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why i hate people, reason 5454:
so i went to larry's giant subs tonight with my grandma and brother. there's a big brawny guy and his sinewy bimbo sat next to him across from us. now, i know i've explained a lot on here, sean's autistic and has tourette's. he's going to make noises. so he does a few times, just being an excited twelve year boy eating a good sandwich. he does the whooping and being loud and going on about his video games (sean's intense focus this year is video games).
it turns out that we're leaving the same time as brawny and bimbo. i was able to tell from their rolling eyes and scoffs that they aren't sean's biggest fans. so bimbo is holding the door open for all of us, and her husband charges to the door first, walking right into sean. sean's asking me what a grafitti sign on a truck in the parking lot means, and repeated it a few times because i couldn't hear him. he doesn't understand to move a bit away from the door, and brawny nearly knocks him over again. well, the guy's pissed off. brawny goes "this retard yours?" to me. he repeats five times "what's wrong with this kid?" because sean's extremely interested in the truck, asking me what it means. he and his butt chin and 'roidal arms are asking me "what's wrong with this boy?" and bimbo stares off into his pecs. he mutters "send him off to the looney bin!" and LAUGHS AT ME.
for a second, i just start making my way to the car. he asks again, while i'm trying to calm sean down, "what's wrong with your boy?"
i can't take it anymore.
"hey asshole, he's autistic. he has tourettes. heard of them? i'm sorry he's offended you or caused any disruption to you and your wife. but you know what? his heart and brain are bigger than any muscle you hope those steroids are going to give you."
and the fucktards walk off.
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