Okay, so you guys know that I share my office with a lesbian. I love her to death (not in that way so shaddup you pervs), she's a riot on most days.
Yesterday I was calmly sitting at my desk, and she comes running up the stairs in great excitement. She dashes into the office, waving her arms around, a big assed grin on her face, and then tells me that there is a queen downstairs.
Okay (says, I, pretending to understand).
She then goes on to tell me that there is a guy downstairs, in our very office building, that dances at the local gay bar. A "QUEEN." She then points him out to me (he had gone out the back door with some other people), and mimics his pointing like a girl and then she started doing the gay bar dance.
I asked did he recognize her from the bar.
No, she didn't think so.
It was pretty interesting, really. My mother would be appalled. hehe