Long time ago, group of friends and I were eating late night food at a diner. Talking about lots of stuff and one of them turned to the topic of homosexuality as one of our friends just came out.
Only other customer in the room was a lady reading a book. When we spoke of homosexuality she simply mumbled, “I don’t believe in that.” and we said, “… What?” she says, “I don’t believe that homosexuality is a real thing.”
Gay bro pipes up and says he’s a living breathing example. They got into it for a bit and it was so long ago that I don’t remember how it went. I think she left out of frustration.
Lol. What is it about diners? I was having breakfast with a group of friends, after a night of drinking, and we had a conversation about an April fools joke one of the people’s sister pulled. It was something about needing an abortion, I don’t remember what. This woman sitting near us with her kids says we need to stop talking because she doesn’t want her kids to hear about it. Eventually she ends up leaving, after the staff spoke with her, and we thought it was over. Turns out, she went to her car and waited for us to leave, she drove very close to us at high speed in the parking lot to yell “losers” at us. It gave us the name of our group chat for years after.
As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.
Long time ago, group of friends and I were eating late night food at a diner. Talking about lots of stuff and one of them turned to the topic of homosexuality as one of our friends just came out.
Only other customer in the room was a lady reading a book. When we spoke of homosexuality she simply mumbled, “I don’t believe in that.” and we said, “… What?” she says, “I don’t believe that homosexuality is a real thing.”
Gay bro pipes up and says he’s a living breathing example. They got into it for a bit and it was so long ago that I don’t remember how it went. I think she left out of frustration.
Weird times.
Lol. What is it about diners? I was having breakfast with a group of friends, after a night of drinking, and we had a conversation about an April fools joke one of the people’s sister pulled. It was something about needing an abortion, I don’t remember what. This woman sitting near us with her kids says we need to stop talking because she doesn’t want her kids to hear about it. Eventually she ends up leaving, after the staff spoke with her, and we thought it was over. Turns out, she went to her car and waited for us to leave, she drove very close to us at high speed in the parking lot to yell “losers” at us. It gave us the name of our group chat for years after.
Even just the notion of butting into a conversation with that, wtf. Must’ve felt it was her chance to proselytise.
The People who “don’t believe in homosexuality” are usually the same type of entitled assholes to insert themselves into other people’s conversations.
Excellent point
As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.
“Nah bro, you don’t actually like dick, that’s just a phase, trust me.”