It was crowded at the airport’s food court and an aging hippie sat down at my table. She wanted to converse and asked me questions about my work and life.
“So are you originally from the east coast?”
“Yep”
“That’s funny because you seem so San Francisco”
I practically choked on my Gyro Village Salad. “What makes you say that?”
“You seem so very technically-oriented, you work with computers and software.”
“That’s a relief”
“A relief?”
“I thought you meant homosexual”