The story I'm about to recall was not my proudest moment in the advancement of human rights or dignity.
Sometime back during the first Dump regime, I was sitting in a Delta Sky Club with an acquaintance from a conference. We'd been drinking beer and talking about planes and miles/points strategies - the type of innocuous if somewhat annoying conversation you'd expect to overhear in a gilded room full of little narcissists who speak Corporate and fly too much. Suddenly, he animatedly leans over like he's trying to whisper, but says loud enough for anyone within 10-15 feet to hear, "Hey look, did you see that going into the ladies room? I think that's a dude!"
Now, I had figured out the guy was MAGA based on his age and his conversation about Hillary with our Uber driver on the way to the airport, so I probably should've seen something like this coming and made up an excuse to break off our acquaintance before it got to this point. I froze for a few long seconds, as I always do in sudden conflict situations, trying to formulate a response that would smooth over the situation while making me look like the smart one. Fortunately, the guy seated across from us did the right thing and snapped, "I think I've heard enough out of both of you for today!" We both clammed up.
My flight was called shortly thereafter, so I was able to make a quick exit after that. But not before I became a MAGAt by association!
In hindsight, and to quote Dino, "I can't believe I shook the guy's friggin' hand."