Scene: at register, Middle-Aged Woman Customer (MAWC) is paying for her calendar purchases.
MAWC: Do you have any calendars for the (pauses for effect, looks around, voice lowers to whisper) homosexual types?
Me: Er . . . (flummoxed) we have pinup calendars, of guys and of girls (racks brain for anything else remotely sexual orientation-dependent).
MAWC: (gathering up purchases, still speaking in low hush) Hmm, maybe. Because I have some co-workers who are gay. They seem to get off on that stuff.
Me: Oh. (deflummoxing, slowly transitioning to Miss Mannersesque icy distain) Er, uh, well then. Do you know what their interests are? We have a lot of calendars, but we don't really have any, er, specifically gay ones.
MAWC: I'll have to think about it. (scurries from store as though in fear of catching teh gay from our porn tasteful erotica section)
It was just so bizarre, with her whispering the words as though we were Polish resistance agents passing secrets. Perhaps I wouldn't have been so flummoxed if this was another town, but dudes, I'm in Vancouver.
I can't help but wonder, though, if she was looking for the fabled "Homosexual Agenda" Calendar.
Then in comments, rumor33 asks: Haha, I can see her Office Christmas part now....why does she think that the only interst of a gay person is gay-nes??
To which anik replies: Well, I don't know . . . maybe being gay is really time-consuming, and once you become gay you don't have time for any other interests? You know, like with sudoku.
QWP from a flocked entry at booksellers.