Can You Be A**-Hole Phobic?

(My mom has flown out to visit me, so we decide to meet up to have lunch. The restaurant we choose is fairly busy with only one person on the register and a fairly long line. Directly ahead of us is two women who are obviously together, holding hands and whispering to each other. After a minute or so, they start kissing, just as the cashier calls them up to order. They keep kissing, so my mother clears her throat to try and get their attention.)

Girl #1: *angrily* “What?! Do you have a problem?”

Mom: “No, but it’s…”

Girl #2: “Bet she does. Does it make you uncomfortable to see two women kissing? Huh? Well, too bad! The law’s on our side now!”

Mom: *after a short pause* “Actually, I just wanted to point out that you can order.”

(She gave them both a big smile, while they kept glaring, before turning to order. They kept shooting nasty looks at us, and we made sure to take a seat away from where they were sitting. Maybe they thought we were homophobes, but we just didn’t want to deal with their nasty attitudes.)