"He black? Your partner, he black?".
"No"."He Mexican then".
"Nope, just garden variety white".
He's Jewish, I thought, but decided not to add that.
"Why you call him your 'partner', you're not gay?".
"I forty-one years old and we've been together for almost seventeen years. It seems kind of corny to call him my boyfriend" I responded.
"He hasn't popped the question yet?"
"It's not like that. He's waiting for me to pop the question".
"Ms. Wagner, we don't get you".
I know, children. I have been too modern for the kids before you and probably the kids that will follow you. It's okay. I don't mind answering your questions.
"Ms. Wagner, you got a donk" Darrius called out while I tried to write some shit on the board.
I laughed.
"I know, that's not the first time I've heard that".
And then I pulled my shirt down a little to cover my giant ass and wrote some more stuff on the board.
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