My partner and I (both male) have been driving across the country to visit his dying mother. We are told on the journey that she didn’t make it through the night, and of course, my partner is devastated.
Exhausted both mentally and physically, and now no longer needing to rush, we pull off the freeway and end up in a cute little restaurant in a small town. We order, we sit, we chat, and at some point, my partner breaks down. I lean in and give him a huge hug to help him through.
Through all this, we haven’t noticed that it’s Sunday midday, and the restaurant is filling up with an after-church crowd. As I am consoling my mourning partner, I hear:
Customer: “Disgusting! Get that s*** out of here!”
I look up to see the father of a family, all in their Sunday best, staring at our little booth from their table.
Customer: “My family doesn’t need to see s*** like that!”
Normally, I am not one to suffer homophobes, but I am exhausted, and the last thing my partner needs is a scene, so I call the waitress over.
Me: “Excuse me, ma’am. Please cancel our breakfast orders. We’ll just pay for our coffees and go.”
Customer: “D*** right! Get out of here you f****** [slur]s!”
The waitress turns on her heel and stares down at the customer with a gaze of fire.
Waitress: “You shut that mouth of yours, Horace! These two gentlemen have done nothing to you!”
Customer: “They’re doing that stuff in front of my kids! I don’t care who they bang, but leave my kids out of it!”
Waitress: “Who spoke about ‘banging’ anyone, Horace? Why are you so obsessed with the sex lives of gay men?”
Customer: “I’m not! I just want to have a nice Sunday lunch with my family without having to see that!“
Me: “Ma’am, I appreciate what you’re doing, but we’ve had a long night, and we really would just like to pay for our coffees and go.”
Customer: “Yeah, get out of here, groomers!”
The waitress puts her hand up and gives me a reassuring wink.
Waitress: “Horace, as far as I can tell, these nice gentlemen have just sat down and had a hug. You’ve just come out of a Catholic church. Are you sure you want to start accusing people of being groomers?”
Customer: “Stop twisting the facts!”
Waitress: “Stop bothering other customers who are literally doing nothing to you! You either apologize or you get out and you’re not welcome back!”
Customer: “You can’t do that! You don’t own this diner!”
Waitress: “Maybe not, but [Diner Owner] has been wanting to ban you for years, and you’re about to give me the excuse to do it!”
The father stares in silent rage but stands up and snaps his fingers at his family to all leave with him. As he’s leaving…
Customer: “I’ll tell the entire church about this! You won’t get any of our business!”
Waitress: “You promise?”
He storms out, and the waitress turns to us.
Me: “You really didn’t have to do that; I really hope you’re not losing business because of us.”
Waitress: “Honey, trust me; it’s the business we can afford to lose. You found us off the freeway, didn’t you? Plenty of other folks do. You look like you need a hearty breakfast and a calm minute or two. Let me get those for you.”
It ended up being an amazing breakfast! We drove that route twice more over the next couple of weeks as we organized and attended my partner’s mom’s funeral, and we stopped in that diner there and back each way.
Thanks to that waitress for being an ally in a moment when we really needed one!
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