Classism. Friday night at the Airport Lounge (my new favorite place in Little Italy) brought to light the rampid classism that apparently plagues, not only the military, but the rest of humanity as well.
My new friend and neighbor, Laura and I were offered a ride home by our new friends, and bouncers at the club, Karl and Donny. We were also invited to a party at AJ and Justin's apartment, friends of the owner of Airport (or so they claimed). Truthfully, I would have much rather not have gone to their apartment, but Leah, Laura's friend was taken with one of them, so we were obliged to go. Laura and I invited Donny and Karl with permission from AJ and Justin. While walking out to the car with AJ and Justin, Justin made this comment: "so, slumming with the help are we?" and I just couldn't believe it. I quickly let him know that what he just said was rude and that Karl and Donny were people and not just bouncers at the club his friend owned. I couldn't even look at him the rest of the night.
Another case of classism occured one week prior when I ran into Bob, Crush's friend, outside of a restaurant. We chatted and I suggested we get together sometime for coffee since we both lived in the area. He said that would be great, but before we could exchange the obligatory phone number or time to meet, he exused himself from our conversation and got into a cab. Before I knew what had happened, he was gone and I was left, jaw agape, wondering how someone could be so mannerless. Fucking jerk.
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