“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you sisters? You look so alike,” said the clearly inebriated woman sitting next to us on the plane.
We were on a flight from Auckland and the captain had just requested that we secure our seatbelts for landing in Sydney. “I’ve wanted to ask since I got on the plane,” she added, slurring her words.
When I hesitantly explained that we were a couple, she didn’t hide her surprise, but nevertheless reacted positively.
“Oh, I love lesbians,” she enthused, in an attempt to show us how open-minded she was.