“I don’t know why you were making such a big deal out of this? Why do you even care where they live or what they are doing?” I listened to the conversation next to me and wondered if I should step in or not. I was horrified by what I was hearing the woman say, but part of me knew it wasn’t my place to say anything to a stranger.
“All I’m trying to say is that they should know better. Because why don’t people realize that a home with mom and dad is a better home than anywhere else? A mother and a father will always be the option for a child to grow up to be whole and well.”
No one around me seemed to be reacting as badly as I was to this conversation. In fact, no one else seemed to be reacting to the conversation at all. I didn’t understand why this couple was arguing over the idea a household had to be headed by a man and a woman. It was completely beyond me.
I finally took a deep breath when there was a pause in the conversation and stood up. I had to interrupt to say something. To do something. I took another deep breath to hopefully get one last burst of confidence. As I opened my mouth to reprimand the couple, I looked at the pile of papers on the desk. I sat back down when I realized it was a script.
Standing Room Only 