Last night, after the gym, James and I stopped off at the Publix to pick up some necessities (i.e., booze), and I hear this woman behind me say, “excuse me gentlemen”. I usually don’t pay attention to people in places like the grocery store, because chances are, they aren’t talking to you, and you look like an idiot when you give them attention, or answer back. But in this case, she was talking to us, and I sort of half way turned around, and she continued to speak. “Excuse me, you guys look like you might know something about cars, and I need some advice, if you have a moment.”
So let me get this straight, we look like guys that might know something about cars? Is it the sweaty work out clothes we are wearing? Regardless of my inability to reasonably figure out what made us look more like two people to know about cars, we tried to help her with her problem. She needed some oil because her oil light was on, and was unsure what 10W30 vs 10W40 was, and so on. Well, we BSed our way through it (I know what MY car needs, okay!), and sent her happily on her way (don’t worry, it wasn’t all BS, we did tell her the essential, “don’t drive it much, and take it in for a change immediately”).
What I found hilarious about the situation, as did James, was that we were literally surrounded by lots of people when she approached us, and she felt that the only two gay men standing in the Publix were the ones that looked most likely to know about cars. Well, at least we look butch to someone; even if it is only because we were guys, and at the moment she needed “man’s” advice, we happened to be right in front of her. Funny stuff, I tell ya.
Also, Dreamgirls is on DVD today. Needless to say, I am getting that movie, and will be having a little musical fun tonight. Yay Jennifer Hudson!