I used to volunteer some of my time at a library, and the manager was always very presumptuous. I remember this particular exchange vividly. It was after he called me to the circulation desk.
I will be referring to the manager as “Michael.”
Angelo: What can I help you with?
Michael: What did you have in mind? (snickers)
Michael: You know my nephew is gay. And he’s dating a minority like you. He’s in a biracial homosexual relationship.
Michael: We’re going to the Pride Parade next weekend. Do you want to come with us? I want to have matching outfits with my nephew.