I was in Borders and I wanted to buy The New Living Translation of the Bible.
So I brought it up to the cashier. He was a kid my age, and instantly I assumed he was gay. His voice matched the stereotype, so did his clothes, his hair, everything about him.
"Hi, how are you today!" he asked in a cheery, faggy voice.
"Fine," I replied. And I think he was getting really into me (cause, you know, I'm really hot).
"What are you buying today?"
I plopped the glorious Holy Bible in all its awesome truth and Godliness on the counter, and that's when the assumed gay cashier's face turned stern. "Oh," he said grimly. So he put it in the bag, handed it to me, and wished me a good day.
"You too," I said, leaving the Borders, and then realizing that I just completely turned down a possible would-be date if I didn't hate being homosexual.
This situation reinforces how proud I am to be a follower of the Bible. Clearly people hate me for being so.