The setting: Meanley, after school, today.
The perp: A smallish, ambiguously-ethnic douche face wearing a Nautica shirt, shorts and gold necklace.
The event: I am standing, waiting for my ride when I hear from my right, "Yo SON! Serra high school's GAY!" My mind reels for about ten seconds while I stare at him before, out of the swirling chaos, enough synapses connect to make my face look a little confused. The kid turns to his friends. "Yeah, he used to go to Serra."