I am bringing out a batch of freshly baked bagels in our bakery. It’s pride month, but our bakery has the pride flag on the window all year round, and staff are encouraged to wear pins to be allies or show belonging to marginalized groups if they want to. I am a cis-gendered white male, but I am wearing a pin that is half pride flag, half trans flag, with text in the middle saying “you can be yourself with me.”
I am stocking the bagels when I hear a gasp behind me. I turn to see the owner of the bakery serving an older woman and her daughter. The gasp has come from the older woman customer.
Customer: “[Bakery Owner], I don’t know if you know what these things mean, but your bagels are being handled by a transvestite!”
Owner: “I… I don’t think that’s right, ma’am. I believe that if my worker was, as you say, the term is transgendered, which they’re not, right?”
Me: “No, I’m not. I’m just showing support for the trans community.”
Owner: “There you go, not that it would matter if they were.”
Customer: “I think we will be taking our business elsewhere. It’s a shame, but I can’t be eating things that have been handled by… those people.”
Both customers start to walk out, with the daughter looking more embarrassed than anything else.
Owner: “Please, ma’am, why don’t you come back tomorrow? I promise there will be some changes around here!”
Customer: “Fine, I’ll give you until tomorrow to sort all this out.”
They leave and the owner turns to me, with a devilish glint in his eye. I ask what he’s planning but he simply states:
Owner: “If that customer is stupid enough to not notice the pride flag on the window for the last few years, then I think I need to make things more… obvious.”
The rest of the day goes like normal. I come into work the next day and the owner and baking staff have been in since the early hours as usual, but there is something different about this morning’s batch.
Owner: “What do you think?”
Me: “Everything is… rainbow-colored?”
Owner: “Exactly! I’ve seen the recipes on YouTube for years and practiced a little at home, but I thought f*** it, let’s try it in the store!”
After we opened, the customer came back as she had threatened, noticeably without her daughter this time.
Customer: “I’m back and I hope that… that… oh…”
Her powers of observation have finally been overwhelmed. She can see nothing but rainbow-colored bagels, loaves, croissants, donuts, and everything else. Not one of our products baked that morning has been left out.
Owner: “Sorry, ma’am, I tried to get all the gay out, but I think I pressed the wrong button and put more gay back in.”
Customer: “You have lost a customer today!”
Owner: “Aww, really? Sure you don’t want one of our new lemon, guava, and blackberry tarts? We’re calling them LGBTs!”
The customer storms out in a huff, and we all share a laugh.
Me: “That was amazing, but… but what if the customers don’t want their bread full of so much coloring?”
Owner: “We have some plain boring ones in the oven, so I think we’ll be fine. Even if no one wants them, that was so worth it!”
Some customers actually do want the super colorful baked goods! Later in the afternoon, the embarrassed daughter from before comes rushing in.
Customer’s Daughter: “My mom has been screaming at me on the phone all morning about you guys and I wanted to see if it was true!”
Me: *Looking at the remainder of our rainbow products.* “I guess it is!”
Customer’s Daughter: *Laughs.* “That’s amazing! I’ll take all the bagels that are left! Will you have more tomorrow? If I keep buying them my mom will stop coming over for breakfast!”
Me: “Here’s twenty.”
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