Working for a Conservative

When I was in my twenties I was working at a convenience store that was owned by a very conservative man. He was a contributor to one of North Carolina's most infamously conservative senators. There was a large variety among the regular customers. It was close to factories and a dinner theatre. The regulars worked in those places, and there were truck drivers who were regulars too. Once there was a truck driver from Quebec in the store. I could tell that he was struggling with English, so I spoke to him in French. I remember the look of relief on his face. It took me a few minutes to switch back to thinking in English. I got along with the customers. I did the best job that I could, but did not let the owner's conservatism keep me from being myself. Sometimes I would wear conservative clothing, but sometimes I would go to work in fake leather pants and black high-heel suede boots. One of the higher managers in the store chain was a closeted gay man (One of my roommates at the time was a friend of his lover.), and I do not think he liked me very much. Once the owner asked my manager if I was gay, and my manager told him it was none of his business. The store  manager said that he almost asked me about my sexual orientation, but he did not think it was any of his own business either. It is surprising that I kept the job as long as I did. I may tell some more about things that happened at that job.