My wife and I decided to try out a pizza place near our new house last
night.  It looks like a family-owned place, somewhat of a sports bar, not
too well maintained, but the pizza was good and the place was clean, so we
were enjoying ourselves (despite a very loud basketball game on the
big-screen TV).  Three women walked in together and something about them
caught my eye.  One of them was wearing a fuzzy top that was a sort of
mottled pink and white, which I suggested to Cindy looked like material
appropriate to a stuffed toy, not clothing (okay, I can be a little snooty).
One of the others looked sort of attractive, but she seemed to be wearing a
wig that didn't hang quite right, hiding her face most of the time.  When
visible, her face seemed to have quite a bit of makeup for a neighborhood
bar/pizza joint at 7 p.m. on a Sunday evening.  And she had awfully broad
shoulders and narrow hips.  For a woman, that is.

Light bulb goes off -- these are *not* women.  As I catch their voices, my
insight is confirmed.  Pretty soon, we're eating our pizza two tables away
from eight men in drag, trying to not to stare.  The last to arrive included
man wearing drapery, I swear.  All but two must have been wearing wigs --
the other two had fairly short hair.

I lived in San Francisco for a few years and I've been in the Bay Area for
20, but this was a new one for me.  Just soooo out of context.  I imagine
they're all off to work at various high-tech companies this morning, wearing
men's clothes and carrying their little secret.

Nick

> -----Original Message-----
> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]On
> Behalf Of Gary Nunn
> Sent: Sunday, June 02, 2002 9:29 PM
> To: Brin Mail List
> Subject: busted.....
>
>
>
> Tales from the single side....
>
> Tonight at the store, a VERY attractive, tan, blonde 30 something woman
> walked past me in the store wearing a denim miniskirt and halter top and I
> casually turned around to admire her (yes, I know that I am a
> pig!) Anyway,
> my lovely daughter, who was 20 feet away, asked me in a VERY loud voice:
> "Dad, why are you looking at that ladies butt?"
>
> I wanted to slide under the store shelves.....
>
> Gary

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