Tyrese has had enough! The snickering, the homophobic comments, the tampons one of his co-workers would so hilariously put in his desk drawers. Forget the fact that Tyrese could beat the living shit out of any of his male co-workers. Maybe that was why they were so threatened by him, a gay man who could kick their ass didn’t fit in their tiny minds.
He’d kept silent for a long time, because the job market sucked and this job paid well. Still, a man has his limits. He’d gone into his supervisor’s office for the third time to ask for disciplinary action to be taken. Rick, his supervisor, had played it off once again as if it was no big deal, just some good natured ribbing. A few minutes later Tyrese noticed that several other men were in Rick’s office and they were laughing good and hard at something, his request for discipline no doubt.
No, Tyrese was going to have to take matters into his own hands. He was going to go out in a blaze of glory. He was going to walk into Rick’s office on Monday, and ask to talk for the fourth and final time. He knew exactly how it would go.
“Sure, Tyrese, sure.” Rick would say, “What’s on your mind?” As if the asshole didn’t already know.
Tyrese would then walk behind Rick’s desk, grab his face, and kiss that sniveling, homophobic little shit right on his mouth. If all goes well, Rick will attempt to take a swing at this point, which Tyrese will then use as a good excuse to lay Rick out for the entire office to see. Assault charges will most likely not be an issue, since pressing said charges would require admitting to getting one’s ass kicked by “a queer,” as Rick likes to call him.
Yes, Monday was going to be a good day.