I’m at a coffee shop I know quite well. My brother is also with me and has gone to the toilet. I’m checking my phone when a waitress approaches me. Up to this point there has been no issues and the atmosphere in the shop is quite jovial.
Waitress: Excuse me. Some of the other customers feel uncomfortable with…your kind being here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
Me: What exactly do you mean by that?
Waitress: You and your…boyfriend.
Me: I see…which customers exactly?
Waitress: I can’t reveal that. Like I said, you have to leave.
At this point the manager has noticed me and I wave him down.
Manager: What’s the problem?
Waitress: Oh, I was just tell this gentleman that he has to leave.
Manager: *startled* What? Why?
Waitress: He’s a [whispers homophobic slur], and he’s making everyone uncomfortable.
Manager: *to me* I’m so sorry about this, [my name]. She’s new and hasn’t had the opportunity to meet everyone yet. *to the waitress* This is [my name], the owner of [coffee shop].
The waitress goes red as quickly as turning on a light and flees the shop; no word of apology or attempt to gather her belongings. I make small talk with the manager and instruct him to fire the waitress if she dares return. The rest of the customers have been mumbling about the incident when my brother returns.
Brother: What’s up?
Me: Apparently we’re a gay couple.
Brother: … I think I could do a lot better than you.
We then leave my shop and head home.