Tonight my husband went out to a craft beer event. I dropped him off and he took an Uber home. I realize how millenial those first two sentences sound, but he's a small-town Gen X-er who started drinking craft beer before most millennials were legal age. Anyway...
"No," was his swift reply.
Awkward, but honest. My husband probed further.
He speaks five languages and has worked as a translator for many groups including Calgary Police Services.
My husband is often a cynical guy. Not once did he get the impression this man was exaggerating a one-time incident.
He's quit Uber more than once because of it, but come back because he needs the money.
My husband didn't know how to reply. He stammered out an apology for the treatment this man has received, but couldn't say he understood or fully empathized, being a white male who has never experienced this a day in his life.
What do you say?
I don't know. I'm not even sure what my thread is supposed to say.
Don't be an asshole? That seems overly simplistic.
But where does the deep-seated anger come from where you feel comfortable enough to unleash it on the unsuspecting person driving you home?
I have mental illness. Tequila exacerbates the thought patterns or tendecies that already exist.
But seriously, how hard is it? Just...keep that shit tucked away. It's bad enough you're thinking it, FFS, don't give a voice to it.
P.S. You're actually living on stolen land, have a good night!