I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I love my job.  

I love my job.

I love my job.

More importantly, I need my job.

I need my job.  

I need my job.

The story I’m about to tell doesn’t happen often, but it happens enough that it is the one things that makes me want a new job. 

I work in a very conservative town. 

VERY.  

Two former Republican presidents, and Florida governor have a home there.

There is a natural assumption from everyone, that everyone things the same as them.  

This is far from true.  I know many liberal folks that live in the town.

What makes me want to have a new job is the conversations that I’m exposed to, that makes me want to put someone in their place.  

A single gentleman came in to the restaurant tonight.  

He is a regular.  Usually, he is with his wife.  

He sat at the bar.  Next to a another single gentleman, who thinks like me, and that I’ve known for 10 years.  

There was another couple on the other side of him, who were very much on the right side of the issues. 

They all drank, and by 8:00 we were well in to political discussions.

This happens more than I’d like, but no big deal.

But as it got later, the voices got louder, and the conversation became horrible.  

Racist.  

Homophobic.  

Offensive.  

The man discussed that his son goes to a liberal, liberal arts private school and they are trying to brainwash his kids and are grooming them.  They’ve hired a diversity and equity leader for the campus.  And that person, is forcing his son to hear that he should be accepting of the people who are shoving their lifestyles down their throats.  What’s going to happen next reparations.  The fact that they got in to the school in the first place should be reparation enough.  And I don’t mind that these foreign people go to school there but I don’t trust them one bit.  They run around, asking to be taught American customs meanwhile China is trying to destroy our country.  

It went on from there, never getting any better.

As a gay man it was very uncomfortable for me.  

And this is not the first time this has happened with guests.

They sit there, and assume that everyone thinks the same as them since we are in the town that we are in. 

Fun fact:

We don’t.  Not at all.  

And if we are lucky.  

That liberal, liberal arts education will have a good effect on his son, teach him to be more accepting, more loving, more caring, and less offensive.   

Meanwhile, I will continue to sit there and repeat:

I need my job.

I need my job.

I need my job.  

PS.  They were there until almost 10:00.  Long after the restaurant closed.