Satisfied that I’d seen them he gestured again to another two women sitting with one child a little further away. The two women were holding hands and chatting as their child coloured in a colouring book while distractedly eating fries from his plate.
I was now really curious as to why this man at the next table had brought me into his confidence and pointed out the two tables. I looked to him. I could see then, just by the smirk on his face, that he hadn’t brought me into his confidence but rather he’d attempted to bring me into an alliance of sorts. The constant presumption of heterosexuality annoys the hell out of me and in this case it really pissed me off.
Then he leaned over and said in a stage whisper, “It’s Lesbian Mom Day here today.” Then he laughed. Like that was a funny observation and like I would agree that these two tables, amongst perhaps a hundred or more tables being occupied by lesbians was an indication that lesbians were out, in force, intruding in public space.
I was prepared.
I had kind of sussed out what was going on.
I leaned back to him, making him uncomfortable with my proximity, and I whispered back, “Yeah, isn’t it great! Way better than ‘bigot day’ isn’t it?”
Perhaps he threw his back out the speed at which those words and my presence threw him back in his seat because suddenly he was uncomfortable sitting there and quickly got up and left.
Have to say: didn’t miss him.