I went to the Spectrum cable store today to pick up a part for my setup that they provide, that needs replacement.
Shortly after I joined the waiting list, a guy walked in wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a design just like this one:
So I was curious, I had never encountered this verbiage. I googled it on my phone. (You should do that too now, if you need to. The words being what they are, I don’t want to have to tag this post n_s_f_w.)
So when the guy wearing this most-excellent shirt wandered by, I told him I had a high opinion of it. He said, Really? What does it mean? I have no idea. It was a gift.
I was a little taken aback. For one thing, I would never wear a t-shirt with a message if I did not know what it meant! Would you? And now I had a dilemma. Am I going to tell this person what his t-shirt means? What if he’s super-religious? That’s always a possibility, in the USA. What if he has a meltdown, or becomes violent, right here in the cable store? I did not really want some random guy to learn about the blasphemy on his body from me.
Nope, I wimped out of that scene. I advised him that he should look it up, it was more fun to learn this one for oneself. Immediately, he scampers back to his seat. He and his wife start eagerly searching on their phones.
Next thing I know he’s heading back over to me with (yay!) a smile. He says, Well, f* God! I don’t care, I’m an atheist!. I said, So am I! And we exchanged high-fives.
This turned out OK but I find it a little sad that I had to worry.