Unfiltered Story #233607

I work in a small-town library whose patrons are usually more….conservative.
I’m one of the only men at work and openly gay. In the past I had helped a patron who was talking about how she liked a TV series up until “that gay stuff” happened.

One night I’m helping a different patron who’s been checking out the seasons of one of my favorite shows:

Me: You’re just blowing through these seasons! What did you think of season 5?

Patron: It was good, my kids and I were liking it. We didn’t like that one part of the season though…

Me (fully knowing what part she’s talking about): Which part?

Patron: You know…adding the lesbians in there. It was still good, I just wish they hadn’t done that.

I simply smile and then after she’s left the building I turn to a coworker and start laughing:

Me: How is it that out of all of our workers the patrons always complain about the “gay stuff” to me, the gay one?!

Coworker (laughing with me): Seriously

I guess us LGBT workers must have magnets in us because I later find out that that same patron came in and complained about the lesbian plot line to another coworker, who just happens to be bisexual.