From blogzalo

I’ve got one. It’s the “Blue” card. You know, the pretty American Express card that is transparent, with little silver sparkles on it, and the mysterious holographic square in the middle. Well, yesterday, when I tried to use it at, of all places a Shakey’s Pizza, I couldn’t. And I said to the waitress, “You don’t take American Express? That is so gay”. But, of course, I meant ‘gay, meaning ’stupid’, not ‘gay’ meaning ’second-class-citizen-unfit-for-marriage-in-the-state-of-California’. That was when the light went on, and I thought back to a trip I took where the cheap hotel I was staying at wouldn’t take the Amex as collateral for the room I was renting. That’s when I realized that this card really is GAY. And it’s gay, not because it has sparkles on the front, or because it’s fashiony and mysterious. It’s not even because the card is favored by Beyoncé and Ellen Degeneres. It’s gay because it’s not accepted everywhere, and even if I could, I wouldn’t leave home without it.