“It’s just a made-up holiday. It’s dumb. The banks are closed today. When did we agree to this?”
“All holidays are made-up, Jon. I think celebrating the end of slavery in the west is a good thing.”
“They’ll make a holiday out of anything these days. That’s all I am saying.”
“Sure, that’s all your saying, Jon.”
“Hey buddy, I had a black girlfriend once. I ain’t a racist! I’m just saying . . .”
“Good lord, man. Just shut the fuck up, will ya?”
“. . . We are at work. You can’t talk to me like that.”
“Then don’t bring your racism into work, fucking idiot.”
“I’m reporting you to H.R., you asshole.”
“Please do. I’d love to fill them in on your not-so-subtle racism, sexism, and transphobia that you share with us every fucking day here.”
. . .
And that is how I got fired from my job.