Friday night's conversation in the restroom at the Backyard Bar and Grill presented in all the glory I can remember it.
As our saga opens a young woman, probably late 20s, comes out of the stall while I have my back to her getting some paper towels.
Her: Wow, that's a really pretty dress!
<I turn around>
Me: Thank you!
Her: Where did you get it?
Me: I got it at Goodwill.
Her: What's that?
Me: ....
Her: Oh, wait, I know what that is. Where is it?
<I eventually remember what crossroads it's near and tell her as I wonder if she thinks she can head there and just get another dress like mine off the rack>
He: I hope this isn't rude, but can I ask where you got your hair? It's very nice.
<At this point I figure she knows about me>
Me: I got it in Denver.
Her: You went all the way to Denver to get it?
Me: No, I live there.
Her: Oh, I suppose that makes sense then. It's really nice.
Me: Thanks, my wife actually picked it out for me.
Her: <Looking a bit confused> Oh, I guess that thing is legal out there?
<Now I'm pretty sure she doesn't know, just thought I was wearing a wig>
Me: Honey, I'm a boy. Being married to a woman is pretty easy for us!
<Never thought I'd say anything like that to a girl!>
Her: Ooohhhhhhhh! Huh. I guess so. Well, you're very pretty.
Me: Thanks! But I can't hold a candle to you!
Her: Nah, I'm just in sweats... --topic change-- How much was that dress?
Me: $8
Her: Oh, that is so unfair. We can't be friends any more after that deal. Cya.
Me: Have a good night
<We walked out of the bathroom, huge smile on my face>
My wife thought the whole conversation was hilarious when I relayed it to her later that night.