That's where the joke on them fell. I enjoyed the burger. Seriously, it was damn good. I was never at any time uncomfortable. Fuck, the closest I have to a biological brother likes the penis.
It was amusing however. Just sitting there, minding my business, and then *ding*. How bout that, the gays have their own burger joints now.
But as a large majority of civil servents (medics, firefighters, cops, etc.) are ex-millitary and straight arrow, walking into lunch and realizing halfway through your meal you are somewhere you are WAY out of place, is funny afterwards. It'd be like sending George into there. As crazy as the guy is, he is extremely homophobic. Not aggresive phobia, but more like scared as a little girl phobia. THAT would be funny.
So let me fix my previous statement. "My trainer tried to punk me."
But I should have known. I'm trained to observe my surroundings at all times. As I left lunch, I noticed within a two block radius there were three nightclubs. "Heat", "Pegesus", and "Zebras" (The zebra painted on the side of the building was not black and white, but multicolored).
can you really call it a zebra if its not black and white? seriously, thats really a stretch....