A Homo and his Auntie

I love going to my Aunt Wendy's to mow her lawn. Not only do I get great conversation and food, but I feel appreciated by her. It's nice to help people when you know they really, really appreciate it.

Wendy took me to a Mexican resturant in appreciation for mowing her lawn. Five minutes after sitting down, this is what we heard from the booth next to us:

"That's gay!", "I thought he was being gay", "It was so homo!", "Don't be a fag."

I smiled at Wendy and she smiled back. People never know who is around them and can hurt people by what they say. I was more amused than offended because I don't ever hear people talking like that.

When they got up to leave, I could see what they looked like. It was two teenagers, a mom and dad, and a little girl. It was disappointing that the parents permited that type of language in a public resturant.