From Oakland to Salt Lake City my flight was filled with squares; polo shirt wearin’, lots of hairspray Southwestern types on their way to the Mormon mecca. And the flight attendant, one of the same, wouldn’t talk to me.
From Salt Lake City to Dallas I sat behind this woman and across the aisle from her a man reading the bible. She started a conversation with him, How do I lead my gay friend to Christ?
My Grandma was waiting for me by the gate when I left the terminal. My Grandpa was sitting down on a bench by the luggage carasil and didn’t get up until Grandma was done using the bathroom. They both were not happy with how I smelled, they told me when we got back to their house. I Was Staying At This Warehouse In San Fransisco! Jeez! The dog waited outside the bathroom door while I took a shower.
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