6 bros were walking on West Burnside. A beautiful, late, Sat, fall afternoon. I could tell there was a buzz and energy on the streets. You just know these things. I don't know why, but the crowd was out. Whatever.
I was waiting by the bus stop, for the bus, on my phone. Fuck me, if my arm was sticking out, the way it does when one talks on the phone. Fuck me that I didn't further get out of the way of the 6 bros, while I was already on the side of the sidewalk, and they were hogging it all up.
One bro bumped my arm. I turned to look back mostly instinctively. Last bro said, "Don't worry bro, he didn't mean to do it on purpose." I don't think he said bro, but they are bros, so... So I snapped back, "what?" As they kept walking, another bro said, "just stay on your phone bro." I kept looking at them.
Man. I hate these guys. I hate these guy guys. Frat boys. Straight Type A males with egos, and bigger egos when they're in their backslapping groups. Bullies. As if it's so hard to say sorry! No accountability as usual. The type to call someone a faggot then say they care for LGBT rights. The type to go girl hunting and want to "hit that," but don't call it what it is, rape.
Yeah, maybe next time, they'll be in a bar when a gun nut enters, then I wonder if they'll still be so bro-ish?