To the obnoxious women at Cube last night,
Yes, my friends and I usually stick our coats and sweaters behind the cushions on one of those couches. We keep our valuables on us at all times, but we can’t be bothered to drag our sweaters around with us when we want to dance. Being poor students, $8 for locker rental is hardly justifiable either, and we’re more than willing to take responsibility for our things if they get stolen.
However, for you to stand in the way, and not move to allow us to access our things when we ask politely is pretty rude. We were wanting to go out for air because I wasn’t feeling well, and I needed my sweater. You were standing, it’s not like you were comfortably reclining.
Oh and you persisted. Telling us that “it’s not my problem” when I asked you if I could get my things from right behind you. We were as nice as possible. You know what? My seizure medication was in my sweater which I explained to you, but you continued to roll your eyes, saying “it’s not my problem”, and refused to move your derriere.
To rectify the situation, I ended up having to ask the owner to ask you to move. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?
My friends and I go to Cube because it’s the only place in the city that we feel comfortable and accepted as young queer women. Thus, if I wanted to deal with douchebaggery, I would go to Moosehead’s or ICBM. Do us a favour and go there next time, where your asshattery is likely more than welcomed.
A couple of girls who believe in karma.