The Gay Problem

Somebody at my bank has a problem with a gay.

I walked in this afternoon and started writing up my deposit slip. My bionic hearing detected a conversation coming from the teller area. It had something to do with some drama over an upcoming holiday party and somebody was complaining about a “gay.” Gay nephew, brother, uncle.... some family homo. I filled out my form and approached the lady who always processes my paycheck.

“You got a problem with him ‘coz he’s gay?” the cashier asked the lady in some backroom behind the main teller area.

Backroom lady replied “No.... he is gay.... but my problem is that he always wants to change the menu, wants to change where we’re having the party, doesn’t like the liquor we’re serving and then he always shows up late....” and walked out to see me standing there hardly able to suppress a hearty laugh.

I just pursed my lips and silently accepted my completed deposit slip. When folks are right - well, they're right......