A young woman walks into the Bistro.
“Is your restaurant gay friendly?” she asks.
“Yes Madam,” I reply. I’ve gotten this question before.
“I want to take my partner out for her birthday. We only patronize gay friendly establishments,” she says.
“You come to the right place,” I say.
“Are you listed in any directories as gay friendly?” she queries.
“Yes.” I tell her which ones.
Satisfied the woman asks, “Can I have a table for two this Saturday at 7pm?”
“No problem,” I say. I take down the lady’s information.
“Can I have that nice table in the window?” she presses, “it’s the first birthday we’re celebrating together and I want to make it special.”
I juggle some things in the computer. “The table’s all yours.”
“Can you tell the waiter it’s a special occasion?” she asks.
“Madam I’ll take care of you myself.”
The woman smiles, “Thanks for your help.”
Saturday night rolls around. The ladies come in and sit at their romantic table. I pull out all the stops. I put a candle in the woman’s dessert and even sing happy birthday. They hold hands and talk quietly as they linger over liquors.
No one bothers giving them a second look.
I sigh contently.
Love is love. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and orientations. There’s not enough of it in the world.
The ladies signal for their check. I ring it up. The woman signs the bill. They get up to leave.
“Happy Birthday madam,” I say cheerfully as they depart.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” the woman gushes.
“It was my pleasure.”
After they depart I retrieve the bill folder from the table and open it.
On a ninety dollar bill they left me eight bucks.
Shocked I walk towards the back of the restaurant.
“Check this shit out,” I say waving the check in front of Louis.
“Ouch that hurts,” he says.
“I can’t believe it. I was so nice to them.”
“Was that the two lesbians?”
“Figures,” Louis replies, “Lesbians are horrible tippers.”
“That’s a tad stereotypical,” I counter.
“It’s true,” Louis shrugs, “I’m gay so I know.”
I don’t say anything. I’ve gotten good tips from lesbians before. I can’t figure out why these ladies were so cheap.
Assholes are assholes. They come in all shapes, sizes, and orientations. And there are more than enough of them in the world.
I close out the bill. I’m more hurt than angry.
We’re gay friendly. Not cheapskate friendly.
I’ll remember those ladies the next time around.