“cocksucker”

Today I broke up a fist fight between two of the residents. It was a slow-motion arthritic fist fight, and one man was sitting down, and the other man only had use of one arm, but still.

“Behave yourselves!” I said to them, dismayed at the slow grappling. I pushed them apart and they separated like staticky towels. I pointed to the standing-up man. “Sir, walk away. “

“He started it!” he exclaimed furiously, and resumed his weak pummeling.

“Cocksucker!” the seated man laughed, not noticing the blows.

“Sir, do shut up,” I told him. I held a tray between them until the blows tapered off and security helped them away.

I hear “cocksucker” so many times a day at this place it makes me sick. Seriously, there’s nothing more obscene than hearing people screaming “cocksucker” first thing in the fucking morning. Cocksucker if someone cuts in line, cocksucker if the pop machine eats a quarter, cocksucker if it’s pancakes for breakfast and not sausage. Cocksucker this, cocksucker that. For the love of God.