(A gay couple has just
met up in the restaurant and kissed each other upon arrival.
Another customer has seen this and is obviously angry.)
Angry Customer: “Damn f**s.”
Gay Man: “Excuse me?”
Angry Customer: “You heard me, you little
s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest,
okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your
lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of
speech.”
Gay Man: *quietly* “Is it too much to ask
for a little human decency?”
Angry Customer: “Human? Listen up, what
you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to
determine what I think is human.”
(The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I
assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait
of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.) Angry
Customer: *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either
them or us to another table?”
(Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead
speaks to his wife.) Owner: “I’m
sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’
policy in my restaurant.”
Wife: “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have
a—”
Owner: “Well, according to your talking
monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and
who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta
assume it’s your pet.”
(The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving
his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the
biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a
bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free
coffee to cops.)