Karen says I showed my hoo-ha to her kid. But I'm a femme boy. This incident with the entitled

mother happened back when I took a special school course to get my middle and high school exams

and studied to become an auto mechanic. Let's bring on the crazies. My boyfriend and I usually

have a date night every Friday. And this particular evening,

we decided to go to the Greek restaurant a couple of blocks from our apartment downtown. We met up

at home after work to get changed. I'm a femme boy, so I used some time to get ready, combed and

washed my hair, put a bit of makeup on and found my best dress. A black

bar dot frill details bodycon, just so you have an idea of what I wore since it comes into play later.

But we start to walk downstairs and onto the restaurant. This restaurant requires a pre-order to be

able to get a seat, and we had reserved a week earlier after our last date.

So we get there and get seated after our wishes, in the smoking allowed area since both of us

are smokers. We sit down and decide to order a beer each, so we had a drink until our food

was ready, and then fired up a cigarette. Enter the entitled family. The family got seated right next to us.

We hear a child's voice say,

"'Mami, it smells. I don't like it.'

"'I know, sweetie.' The lady looks at us smoking. Excuse me?'

We didn't think she was talking to us. A few seconds pass and then,

"'Excuse me?' We look over at her. My son is uncomfortable

at your smoking. Could you put them out? My boyfriend says,

I'm sorry, ma'am, but if you don't like a smoking, why did you choose to seat in the

smoking allowed area? Smoking is not allowed. This is a restaurant, after all.

My boyfriend is very good at not taking any BS. He points

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