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How To Trans-cend Hate

, , , , , , , | Right | May 27, 2019

(I am at an Army National Guard Field Band concert, and after the show, we get to talk to some of the band members. As I am there with my band friends who all play flute with me, we go to find the man who plays the flute in the band, since he was very energetic on stage. We get to take pictures with him, and eventually, we start talking about our futures.)

Flute Player: “When I get out of the army, I’m going to dye my hair that color.” *points to my blue hair*

Me: “I wish I could join the army, but I can’t.”

Flute Player: “Sure, you can; anyone can.”

Me: “No… I can’t. I’m trans.”

Flute Player: “Oh… See, that’s why I’m fighting. I’m fighting so that every American has the freedom to live their lives as they want. When I joined, it was under the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell agreement, and when I learned the union was going to lift it, I got scared. Every day I see people who are in the army and have to re-hide themselves since they aren’t allowed to be who they are. But that is why I joined. I joined so that people like us can be just as free as the people that aren’t us.”

(His little speech made one of my friends cry, and all of my friends that were there surrounded her in a group hug. After that, I no longer felt sad about the fact that I can’t join the military; knowing that there are people like him makes me feel safe. Maybe one day I will be able to join. I made sure to thank him, and I gave him the best handshake I could with my small hands.)

I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About

, , , , , | Friendly | April 22, 2019

(The Army National Guard Field Band is holding a concert in my town, and as some students from my school are playing with them, the band director says that he will get a bus for those who want to go and aren’t playing. I go, along with some of my friends. Throughout the concert, I make comments to the girl next to me about how the music is really good, and at one point, the audience is invited to sing along. After that part of the concert is intermission, and I stand up to go to the bathroom.)

Older Woman: *two rows behind me* “Excuse me, young man. How old are you?”

Me: “I’m seventeen.”

Older Woman: “Well, you don’t act like it. All of that talking that you do — you can’t sit still through anything, can you?”

Man Sitting Next To Me: “At his age, I wasn’t able to sit through anything, either. How about you grow up and stop trying to parent other people’s children?”

(If it wasn’t for that man, I probably would have lost my temper and yelled at her. She didn’t say anything else and walked off in the opposite direction. I thanked the man, and I learned that he was in the Marines. After the concert, I made sure to shake his hand and thank him for his service.)

Aisle Never Get To See This Band

, , , , , | Working | March 15, 2019

(I’m an usher at a local arena. I’ve been looking forward to this concert, and I really want to work an aisle.)

Head Usher: “[My Name], you’re working [aisle], [Coworker #1], you’re working [not an aisle]…”

Coworker #1: “Does anybody working an aisle want to trade spots with me? I’d like to work an aisle.”

Head Usher: “[Coworker], please stop talking. I’m assigning the rest of the locations.”

Coworker #1: “I was just trying to help in case anybody wants to work [not an aisle]!”

Head Usher: “You’ll work where you’re assigned.”

Coworker #1: “Well, maybe I’ll just leave!”

(The head usher finishes assigning locations, and we get in place. I’m working with [Coworker #2].)

Coworker #2: “I don’t really like this band.”

Me: “Different tastes. I really like them, but I’d never be able to afford a ticket. I’m glad I’ll have a chance to see them.”

(The head usher comes up.)

Head Usher: “[My Name], can you work [not an aisle]?”

(I figure that [Coworker #1] made good on her threat to walk out, and I know somebody has to cover the position.)

Me: “Sure.”

Head Usher: “Okay. [Coworker #1], you can work here.”

(Now I feel like a prize chump. Still, it’s a job before it’s a chance to see the show, and at least I can listen. This doesn’t stop me from stewing about it, and imagining all sorts of cutting remarks to use on [Coworker #1]. After the show, [Coworker #1] comes up to me.)

Coworker #1: “[My Name], I’m sorry! I didn’t know you wanted to see the show, too!”

Me: “Well, that’s the way it goes in this job. I work where I’m assigned, and I don’t always get to see what I want to. Of course, I’m a professional.”

(I walked away.)

Might Need To Sit Down For This One

, , , | Right | January 21, 2019

(I work in a pretty well-known concert venue. I get all sorts of calls that make very little sense to me, but this one really sticks with me.)

Me: “[Venue]. This is [My Name]; how can I help you?”

Caller: “I purchased tickets for [Show]; they’re standing-up tickets. Does that mean I’ll be standing up?”

(For most show we sell mezzanine seats or general admission – “Standing Room Only.”)

Me: “You purchased SRO tickets?”

Caller: “Yes, I’ve got standing-up tickets. Does that mean I’ll be standing up for the show?”

Me: “Yes, SRO tickets mean standing.”

Caller: “So, there aren’t seats for standing-up tickets?”

Me: “No, they are standing room.”

Very Ignorant Person

, , , | Right | January 1, 2019

(I work as a security guard, mostly at concerts, and tonight I am stationed at a VIP section. The way it’s set up, there is only one entrance/exit, and I am standing right in front of it. A patron approaches me.)

Patron: “Hi. Can I go in there?”

Me: “Do you have a VIP pass?”

Patron: “Uh, is this it?”

(She shows me the standard entry pass, which is a wristband that says the name of the concert on it.)

Me: “No, that’s a standard entry pass.”

Patron: “Okay, great!”

(She begins to walk past me, and I stop her.)

Me: “Miss, you can’t go in until you show me a VIP pass.”

Patron: “But I just did show you my pass!”

Me: “No, ma’am, you showed me your entry pass to get into [Concert], not a VIP pass.”

Patron: “This is ridiculous! I paid good money to get in this place, and now you’re f****** telling me I can’t go into VIP?”

Me: “Yup.”

(She screamed her lungs out and proceeded to kick several bins over and yell at random people. Do people really not know what “VIP” means?)