Bigotry Wears A Smile
(I work the cash register and bakery in a restaurant in my town. We have an older couple who comes in every Sunday and sometimes other days. We all know them by name and they are usually friendly but can get mean if something is wrong. They have been sitting and eating for about an hour. The restaurant isn’t busy, and I am standing by the registers with a coworker. I am a larger, openly gay man in my 20s, and she is a tiny girl, just graduating from high school. The wife comes up to us.)
Customer: “Hello, [Coworker] and [My Name]! I just wanted to ask you, are either of you married?”
Coworker: “No, ma’am! It is too early for that!”
Me: “Yeah, I’m only twenty and she’s only eighteen.”
Customer: “Well, I think you two would have a lot of fun with each other!” *winks at us*
(She has said this before, and I am getting annoyed, so I try to let her know I am gay.)
Me: “Oh, ma’am, I have a boyfriend.”
Customer: “Oh, really? That’s sad. Well, [My Name], come here.”
(I lean in and she whispers in my ear.)
Customer: “I just wanted to let you know that it’s not if, it’s when.”
Me: *thinking that she’s talking about gay marriage* “Oh, okay!”
Customer: “AIDS.”
Me: “What did you just say?”
Customer: “AIDS. You’re going to get it.”
(I was so appalled that I walked directly back to the general manager and let her know about the situation. She immediately walked up to the front and let the customers know that they are not welcome in our cafe ever again.)