If my boy ever knows I've posted this he'll really fracking hate me....
This is another thing I've kept back. This time because at this time of year I thought it might seem like I'm trying to spoil the party and put a downer on things with what I'm about to say. But actually what I'm gonna' say is, I think, proof of what christmas should be if we could just stop trying to out-excess each other. And see how positive things could be
This is a christmas eve story – no sorry, it's not a story because the word story implies fiction, untruth, imagination. And this is none of those things, it's truth, it happened. Maybe the right word is tale, yeah that feels right, this is a Christmas Eve Tale.
So given all the unreal nonsense that's happened with my (ex) Aunt it's probably no surprise that come the 24th I had no idea what I was supposed to buying for whom to give when etc....etc...etc... ergo christmas eve was spent dealing with the repercussions of that and trying to sort everything out in one day. Then of course once I've managed to make back to the sanctuary of home everything needs to be wrapped, cards written, blah blah blah............................
I do all that. I make everything as good as I can for as many people as I can. Thing is it's 20 past 9 and me and my boy ain't eaten yet. I'm not about to start cooking at that time of night so after some vigorous discussion I'm off up the kebab shop. Now, we use this kebab shop every now and again when we have to. They are obviously uncomfortable with me but had always been “professional” and we all just ignored the weirdness
Not on Christmas Eve.
As soon as I walked in I knew it was all different – trust me I have a 6th sense about this sort of shit- the language switched and I'm guessing greek/turkish??? whatever I know these people are laughing at me. I give my order nonetheless very clearly: 2 quarter pounders with cheese and 2 chips please. All I get in return is a nod.. I assume my order has been taken and when around 5 minutes later I'm asked if I want salad and burger sauce on my burgers I answer and think no more of anything. A few minutes later I'm nodded at and a plastic bag held up in the air. £6 I'm told and I know that's not enough for 2 ¼ pounders and 2 chips. I look questiongly at the fella who's given me my food and asked for my £6 – he just says “Goodbye”. No point arguing, go home.
When I get in the Front door obviously my lad wants his dinner and I have to say to him “Sorry Mate, christmas eve but they didn't want my money, took the piss and got me out of there asap. All we've got for dinner is chips with so much burger sauce on 'em we can't eat 'em.
Now we get to the good bit.......................
**** me but did the fireworks start then or what..................
My Boy ain't having none of this I'd not seen him having it large like this EVER. He's straight off wanting to go up there and give the kebab people what for. And I'm not allowed to interfere. I'm touched but try and calm the lad down. Me? This is everyday life and its nothing out of the ordinary. I'm trying to calm him right down, explain it's just how shit is but everything I'm saying just seems to wind him up even more. And before I know it he's off out the door and on his way to the kebab shop........................ I tried to stop him I really did, I used my best words did but ultimately I cannot physically stop him.
At this point me and Cromwell are running up the road after him Too late He's in there and he has made me promise I will let him deal with this. I didn't want to but this wasn't about me this was about him and how he felt and what he wanted to do.
So he's gone in there, ordered 2 quarter pounders with cheese and chips and said nothing whatsoever until they gave him his order at which point he's said why didn't you give my Dad that when he asked ? (forgive the pronoun stuff it ain't important) followed by “We have laws against Discrimination in this country you of all people should understand that” He took our 2 quarter pounders and chips out of that shop and didn't pay a ******* penny.
That's Christmas, that's family, that's love.
And if anyone ever asks you why LGBT issues are important it's because MY 16 YEAR OLD SON felt the need to do that for himself on christmas eve.,
Care for each other the same way my 16 year old son did for me huh?
Happy New Year.
Love
Anna
