my dining companion, read the title of a book which was on display, on a shelf, in little still life kind of thing.
i thought he said "the three QUEERS"
which was met with quite a bit generalized silliness and restrained laughter. since we were out, you know?
not because i have a problem with gay people, but the idea that a book would be entitled that was just too much fun at the time.
and the book looked kind of old, but not ancient, kind of like the novels at my grandmother's house. an you know how queer used to reference something just being odd, well, people now don't go about saying "isn't he a queer fellow" or "that apple julice has a queer after taste," or whatever.