Funny story for Friday:
As most of you know, I work at a hotel. In the morning I usually walk out to the lobby and greet guests, help out at the front desk and generally just spend some time in the hotel before I go into the windowless dungeon that is my office.
This morning I was out in the lobby and a little boy of about 5 years old was sitting on a couch with his sister while their mom was checking out. The little boy had a Tampa Bay Buccaneers jersey on so I asked if that was his favorite football team. He said yes and explained that it was his dad’s favorite team, too. I told him they were my second favorite team and that my first favorite is the Tennessee Titans.
We talked a little more while his sister sat next to him playing with her doll. She was quiet so I asked her name and how old she was and tried to get her in on the conversation. She obliged and told me her name and that she was 8 years old and a few other things about school and her doll Marissa. Then I made the mistake of asking “what’s your favorite football team?” Her response (and this is a direct quote):
“I don’t watch football because girls that watch football are tramps…like cheerleaders.”
I was slightly shocked so, making another mistake, I said,
“I’m a girl and I watch football.”
Her response (again, a direct quote),
“Well, I guess you’re a tramp.”
And then she just went back to playing with her doll and her brother kept chatting until their mom came back with a cup of coffee and said it was time to leave.
And that, friends, is how an 8 year old called me a tramp.