Showing posts with label strangers who insist on speaking with me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strangers who insist on speaking with me. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Who's Gay?

So I'm at the grocery store this morning checking out at one of those little U-scan things. In passing, I noticed that someone had left a copy of one of those tabloid newspapers next to the scanner. The title of the headlining article was something like Who's Gay. Who's Not. I rolled my eyes and finished scanning and bagging my groceries. All of a sudden I hear this big, booming voice behind me say, "Who's gay?"

I whip around and there's this dude that looks like the angry dad from that one motorcycle building show - complete with the giant, gray mustache.

Mustache Guy: (stabs his finger at the title of the article and repeats) "Who's gay?"

Me: (with a smile) "Who cares?"

Mustache Guy: "But look, there's Meredith Baxter Birney, Martha Stewart, Ricky Martin - they're all gay."

Me: (still smiling) "So's my sister. Like I said, who cares?"

Mustache Guy: (turning an unholy shade of maroon) "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Me: "Sexual orientation doesn't matter."

(Watching him scramble for his mental footing was probably more entertaining than it should have been.)

Mustache Guy: (awkwardly sputtering) "Well, I bet your parents love her just the same, don't they?"

Me: "Why, yes they do." (pushing my cart away from the U-scan.)

Mustache Guy: "Well that's good. I mean they should." (calling after me as I cross the aisle to the Starbucks kiosk for that coffee I now need more than ever) Good for them. No really - good for them. "

Memo to Mustache Guy: Think before speaking. Please.

On a related note - the word needs more kids like this one. I love Colin!