Gay Wheat

[We've been doing a bit of business with a couple of firms in Lawrence, Kansas, in the last few days. The following conversation just occurred:]

[Charlotte: I've been to Lawrence.]

[Me: Oh, really? What's it like?]

[C: It's nice. It's a college town. My ex-boyfriend went to school there, so we visited once. The people are kinda backwards.]

[She goes into the loo, and reemerges a minute later.]

[C: You know what was the weirdest thing about Kansas?]

[M: Hmmm?]

[C: My ex and I were driving thru some flat countryside, nothing as far as the eye could see but wheat or corn or whatever they grow there...]

[M: Wheat, I think. Maybe sunflowers. Corn is Iowa.]

[C: Whatever. So in the middle of nowhere, we see this man standing all by himself, holding up a sign saying "All Gays Are Going To Hell."]

[M: You're kidding!]

[C: No, and my ex said "I don't see any gay people here, do you?" and I said, "I don't see any people, period."]

[M: Maybe he meant gay wheat.]

[America.]

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