Something about leaning on an "America a Nation of Sexual Perverts" sign makes people want to cut a wide swath around you:
Oh, the snubbing! Does it hurt? Do you feel righteous? Sad? Angry? Resigned?
I passed by quickly, on my way to pick up an extra-large cappucino to-go to make do for lunch before my Religion & the Constitution class. On my way back, I saw one of the sign-holder guys had turned to street preaching. From a distance, I could hear him exclaiming about "the fires of Hell." Then:
A friend of mine told me this town is the Capital of Lesbianism. The Capital of Lesbianism! What a shame!I burst out laughing, as did pretty much everyone in the general vicinity.