One of the drunks down the bar calls for the bartender and he goes to take their order. When he comes back, he types into Gary’s phone, then hands it back. “Fairy?” Gary says. “Great. You’re a homophobe.” “Huldufólk,” the bartender says. Gary looks that up on his phone. “Okay, fine, not a homophobe. But, come on. Fairies stole my husband?”
