an educated bigot

   The other evening something strange happened that had me rather confused at first. I was standing out in front of my garage talking on the phone with a friend when one of those old style VW buses comes driving by. This guy leaned out of the window of the bus and starting yelling at me at the top of his lungs. On top of that oddness, he was yelling things that included the word "faggot" and various other nasty things.
   At that point I was like, what just happened? And further, how did he know?? I had to make my friend stop talking for a moment while I pondered. I was just standing there talking on the phone. Is it a gay thing to stand outside to talk on the phone? And it's not like I was outside doing a ballerina dance in my driveway.
   Well, I fugured it out. Duh.. I was wearing this old shirt that I wear around the house... It's got paint and stains on it, and it's just one of those shirts you throw on while doing work around the yard and stuff. Well, amongst the antique white paint, there is a big rainbow triangle on it. He must have seen it. At least he was an educated bigot.