Okay, this all happened about ten years ago: So I’m hanging out with my friend one evening and he says he could really go for a cup of coffee. I think about it, and I suggest this quirky looking place I’ve passed by a few dozen times called “Les Beans.”
Anyhow, we park on the street and make our way up the pathway to the entrance. It’s pretty dark outside. Some couple is making out in the shadows. I grab for the door. And when I open it, we find this woman standing at a microphone in front of all these people. Everyone turns to look at us. It’s obvious we’ve interrupted something: Poetry night. Figures.
We quickly turn around and get out of there. As we’re walking back to the car, we pass by that couple that’s been making out. My friend quietly informs me that those two people doing the tongue tango are actually both women. I glance over and sure enough, he’s right.
So we drive off. And being the insensitive men that we are, we start joking around:
“Ha. Lezz Beans.”
“Yeah. Lezz Bians.”
“Wait a minute. Les Beans. Lesbians?”
That’s when it hit us: Every person in that place was female. It was a lesbian coffee house. Les Beans. How could we be so fucking naive?
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