Unfiltered Story #343040

I have gotten to a lecture early and set down behind a woman. She takes out a notebook that has an interesting cover.

Me: Ooo, that’s a nice gradient.

Woman: Thank you. It’s the colours for bisexual pride.

Me: Oh, cool.

Woman: And what is that supposed to mean?

Me: That I like your notebook?

Woman: And what about my sexuality?

Me: Umm, it’s cool too I guess.

Woman: Typical, trying to deny my identity are you?!

She got very up in my face and started trying to grab my things while swinging at me. I ran away, but she gave chase, claiming over tables and chairs. Someone phoned the police and they arrived just as she managed to get on top of me. They restrained her, but she was so hostile they were forced to remove her. My lecturer turned up shortly afterwards and was told everything by a paramedic and police officer who were sticking around to see if I was OK.

Lecturer: But, [My Name], aren’t you bisexual?

Me: Yeah.

Lecturer: Why didn’t you tell her? It probably would have saved you the anguish.

Me: We have it hard enough already. She probably would’ve tried to induct me and started a bisexual vigilante group. I’m not into that level of crazy!

She was never seen again, and a rumour started that she had been sectioned.