I'm standing in line for a sandwich and talking on my cell. As the call ends, the guy in front of me says, "You're into the GBLT community? Wow I like guacamole BLTs too, but I didn't know there was a community."
"Actually it's not GBLT as but GLBT as in gay, lesbian, bisexual and transexual," I tell him.
"Those gays in California, they already have rights. I just don't want them to call it marriage," says the stranger.
I flash on the MLK's quotation that 'Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere," but I say nothing. We have a few seconds of welcome silence and then he says, "So you got a gay kid?"
"No, my kids are straight. I'm the one who's gay."
Again a few moments of silence as I open my wallet. "But that's your wife's photo, isn't it? And your wearing our underwear."
"Excuse me?"
"The garments, the white shirt, the Mr. Mac suit. Does your Bishop know about this?"
"He sure does. I'm his first counselor."
This conversation didn't really take place, but it would make a good urban legend.
