Thin Privilege is going to a concert at the Wildhorse Saloon in Nashville and needing some water when you get claustrophobic in the standing-room only section and actually having a bartender get you some fucking water. It’s not having to stand there as he starts at your end of the bar and works his way down FIVE TIMES, skipping you EVERY one of those times before finally a thin girl, a stranger, stops him and says he needs to serve you before her.

I know that I could have stopped him. But I stood there and stared at him in anger until he was forced to serve me, and then I told him that I was a person, too. He said he was sorry.