Grazing for Keys: Lesbians Offer Aid

It could have happened anywhere, but we were pretty sure it was at Josh's softball game. We lost the key to Josh's apartment and had narrowed our search down to a small grassy area at the field. After the game we had lounged around on this grass for a few minutes.

There we were, Dave and Craig and Alasdair on our hands and knees crawling around on the lawn. It must have been quite a spectacle. Suddenly a couple of lesbians asked what we had lost and then spent a few minutes helping us look.

I was thinking about those lesbians and how kind it was of them to help us. Had I seen a bunch of lesbians crawling around on the lawn I would have snickered and thought "lesbians playing cattle drive."

I think I need to be a nicer person. Just last Friday on my flight home from Denver the flight attendant asked if I would give up my window seat so 3 late-arriving family members could sit together. I said no. She glared at me as if she couldn't believe someone had just defied her authority. Later she spit in my CranApple.

So, I hereby swear that if I'm ever asked to give up my window seat so a bunch of lesbians can sit together, I will glady do so.