I love my job! I honestly do love it. I love the people, I love my bosses, I make enough money to live comfortably within what makes me happy, and there is a bar in my place of employment. You laugh I laugh you cry I cry you take my coors light I kill you shirt! However, the other night, a group of six southern folks came in to eat. I approached the table, and as I said, Hi, I’m Jordan, I’ll be taking care of you, a man in his mid-60s put his hand directly in my face and began to do the stereotypical, limp wrist, gay motion while talking over me saying, Spe-shul, repeatedly, followed by cocking his head back and opening his mouth to reveal 4 very black teeth and erupting into hysterical laughter and nudging his wife while pointing at me like an animal at the San Diego Zoo.