My mom is so gay.

I turned into the parking lot and parked in the first vacant spot I could find. My car's clock was set six minutes early, but I still end up being late. As I get up and close the door, I hear something. Someone screaming - yelling to be more precise. I turn just in time to see a kid that can be no over fourteen years old stomp out of the passenger seat of a ford taurus. The following was heard coming out of his rage hole:

"YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! I HATE YOU WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS YOU'RE SO GAY MOM!"

 Followed by a war cry I don't think included vowels. And with that, the boy threw his cellphone against the parking lot's asphalt - hard. Quickly taking a squat Indian style (surely to contemplate the nature of a ripe orange), he sunk his head into his palms. Then there was silence.

As soon as I got inside I told the nearest co-worker of this. Within 30 seconds my manager calls two others to the front and they head to the entrance. There I saw the entirety of our store's employees watching the climax of this slice of suburbia through our front doors.

I got there in time to see him pick up the pieces of nokia and get back in the car. It promptly drove away. I have never seen the mother or child again.