I was at the gaming shop today, and this kid walked up to me and started talking about the Magic: the Gathering deck he was working on, and giving me advice on mine, and we were just having a fucking conversation, and this woman powerwalked up to me and said, "I am so sorry about him. He's," and at this point, she looks around and whispers, "on the spectrum."

And I know this makes me sound like a huge asshole, but I was just standing there like, cool, thanks, why do I need to know that, I'm literally gonna buy these cards and walk out and never see this kid again. There are certainly circumstances where understanding someone's needs and thought processes is relevant to maintain a respectful and comfortable environment, but don't interrupt my sick conversation with your rad kid so you can say strange and irrelevant things to me. You're the one being weird and making me uncomfortable!!

Like, how goddamn hard do you have to hate and dehumanize your kid before you interpret them having a relevant conversation in an appropriate space as them "burdening" someone. Unless you've got some hot tips about my angel deck, eat my ass!!! We're busy!!! Fuck off!!

Christ, it made me so angry. I'm sorry, I know this doesn't affect me personally and maybe it's not appropriate to bitch about it, but literally, if y'all ever need anything, I'm ready to throw down.