Dear yuppie assfaces in line at the Laughing Planet on Mississippi,
When I walked into the establishment there were a couple of guys sitting at a table close to the front counter. One of these men had what looked like cerebral palsy. You fine folk were awkwardly lined up not in front of the counter, but to the side of the room as far away from the man with cp as you could seem to get. I asked the couple wedged across the room between tables if they were in line, they were.
Were you really lining up around the perimeter of the room just to avoid standing next to a man with cp? REALLY?
I don't know what rock you crawled out from under, but please leave your shitty ableist attitudes at the door. Not welcome.
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