She was standing in line at the soda machines at the gas station with her girlfriend. Her girlfriend said something to her and so she responded with a sweet sentiment, "I dunno, hon," or something like that. A woman, maybe in her late 40s, standing nearby, turned and looked - stared at my friend, the story-teller, and her girlfriend. The look on the woman's face made it clear to our couple that the woman was disgusted. She abruptly turned away. The woman went about her business, but then asked (out loud), "Where are the lids to these cups?" My story-teller says she overheard the woman and so offered assistance, nicely, by pointing out where the specific lids were and telling the woman so. The woman turned, acting as though she hadn't heard, and rudely responded, "What?" My storyteller said she repeated to the woman, "There. The lids you're looking for are there." And smiled. The woman then crunched up her 40-something-year-old face and with all the lack of grace and lack of kindness she could muster, she spat the words ... "I don't need your gay help," and turned and walked away.
If I had been there ... I would have stepped right up to that woman who is someone else's child, and said to her ... "Be kind to these children - for they are my children. If I ever run across yours, I will make sure I am kind to them ... you bitch."