As some of you know, we bought our rainbow flag in a show of support for our gay youth.
We finally overcome our personal inertia and display it on our newly-installed flagpole after a homophobic comment at a neighborhood Halloween party about Scott not wanting to be a “bowl of fruit.”
When Scott proudly tells a co-worker about our new decor, she responds: The old people in your neighborhood aren’t going to know what it means.
Scott: No way.
Me, later that night: No way.
Friendly neighbor even later that night: Are you from France?
Me: What? No? I’m from New England…. and I’m naturally stylish.
Friendly neighbor: Oh. We were just trying to figure out what country your flag was from.
So the old gay people in my neighborhood might still be screwed.
Although I’m hoping they’ll at least pop by to meet the stylish French couple. Because who can resist a jaunty beret?