Awhile back I had a part-time job working nights at this fucking hamburger joint. One night almost about closing time, these two punks come in who I use to know from high school. They were real bullies and in school I was constantly getting teased by them for being queer. When they first spotted me, one of them goes, "Oh no, it's that faggot from school!" I didn't say anything. They then ordered a hamburger and a coke each. Not long after I had brought them there food, I happened to noticed one of them getting up and walking towards the restroom carrying one of the large containers of coke that they had ordered. I didn't think much about this until they were about to leave. They suddenly yelled at me to come over to their table. What had happened was that the container the one guy carried into the toilet now had piss in it and when I got to their table, one of them throws the piss all over my pants. One of them then goes, "Shit, faggot, you look like you pissed in your fucking pants!" And with that they both laughed so hard I thought they were going to piss their own pants! We got into a big fight with me getting the shit beat out of me I'm afraid. What made me even madder was that the Manager of the joint seemed to feel it was all my fault and I got fired right on the spot-there was no witneses around to confirm my story, except for the cook who's never liked me from day one and said he thought I had started it all. I tried to protest but it didn't do any good. Some fucking days you just can't win for shit!