The Gay Card Is Double Sided

(I’m a volunteer at a small convention. Instead of badges, attendees are given blue wristbands. My job is to check for wristbands as people enter the convention. I don’t want to stop the guests, so I just look at their wrists as they pass and only stop them if I can’t see the wristband. Two young women come in holding hands. As usual, I look to see if they have wristbands as they pass.)

Woman #1: “Excuse me? Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

Me: “What?”

Woman #2: “So we’re holding hands, big deal! We’re not going to hide our love just to accommodate bigots like you.”

Me: “I was just checking to see if you have wristbands. Which you do, and now you’re blocking the door, so can you please move?”

(They both turn pink and hurry away.)