and tonight I get called a bull dyke by one of our trashy neighbors as I’m mowing the grass!
I was on the riding lawn mower and had gotten it stuck in the back yard. Then all of a sudden I hear someone yell out the window “bulldyke”. I thought it might be in my imagination and so I walked closer to where Margot and Graem were hanging out in our kiddie pool.
I asked Margot if she heard something and she said “yes”. I asked her if she heard “bulldyke” and she said “yes”.
I was STEAMING! How dare some asshole scream that out while I’m in the privacy of my own yard mowing my grass…but what got me even more upset was that my 2 1/2 year old daughter had to hear it.
Without another word I started walking over to their house. Our neighbor, Chuck, walked out and asked if I needed help with the tractor. I asked him instead if he could go over there and be there when I talked to his direct neighbors.
He then quickly changed the subject and seconds later was out with a battery charger trying to help me jack the lawnmower to life.
It was really a kind gesture and I know he just wanted me to forget what had happened even though he heard it too.
After he helped me get the lawn mower up and running I finished the yard. During that time the police arrived at neighbor’s house. I was sure that our other neighbors had called the police thinking there might be a domestic.
After the police left I ran back into my neighbor Chuck and he said that the night before they got their tires slashed and the police came out to do an investigation.
I walked over to the neighbors house who called me the name and confronted them. I asked to speak with the owner and the first kid I talked to said he was the owner.
I introduced myself and told him that I lived a few houses down. I also told him about the incident and mentioned how I had a small child who overheard the bigoted comment. He said “I have two kids”. Yeah, instant connection, dude.
He of course said he didn’t know anything about it and people come and go from his house and he doesn’t know what goes on. At that point another guy comes out and I introduce myself to him and go over how I don’t appreciate the yelling and especially the language that was used.
A girl came out and was obviously not white. She had been listening to what was going on. I told her that she wouldn’t like it if someone said a racial slur…and she said “I’m not black.”
Anyway… I think they got the point.
The bitchy lesbian with painted pink nails isn’t going to take much bullshit and don’t screw with her ever again.
