leather slings and guacamole
So tonight, Chris, Min Jung and I went out tonight to catch APAture’s Film and Video screening. (They have a spoken word segment tomorrow that you should really check out.) But before that, a quick bite to eat at Trader Joe’s the street over.
Ernie: Wow, this is the cruisiest gay supermarket I have EVER been to.
Chris: Well, isn’t the Folsom Street Fair this weekend? Maybe they’re just stocking up for a weekend barbeque or something.
Ernie: (If by barbeque, you mean “gay sex.”)
Chris: What was that?
Ernie: nothing.
But wait, it gets better. A couple of minutes later…
Ernie: Okay, this is getting ridicious. If I see one more random leather daddy buying avacados, I’m just going to scream in the middle of this supermarket.
Chris: Haha. Yeah, whatev—(Ernie and Chris look up to see an older, bearded gentlemen with a leather vest, shirt, and matching cap. He is eyeing over the bags of tortilla chips, conveniently located next to salsa and, yes, guacamole.)
Chris: Please tell me you planned that. Please.
Ernie: Ohmygod. I couldn’t have planned that if I tried.
I swear, if Trader Joe’s were to get any more overtly sexual, there would need to be a leather sling in the produce aisle.
