When I was in Denver, I met one of my girl friends who had recently moved there from DC.
She was taking me on a driving tour of downtown Denver, and we were just chatting girl talk as we were seeing the sites.
We were at a stop light and a car pulled up next to us on our driver's side. The (male) driver rolled down the window on his passenger side and motioned us that he wanted to talk. I figured that he needed directions. When we lowered the window, he said
"Where did you girls start crossdressing?"
I'm not a very quick thinker on my feet, so I have prepared lines for some typical questions. But I had no prepared lines for this. I couldn't think of anything to say.
My friend responded DC, and told him to check out the Mile High TG group. And then the light turned green. We went right, he went left, and it was over.
We both couldn't figure out how he made us. It was dusk. We were in a car, with probably only heads and shoulders visible through the windows and he still made us. I've gotten peculiar looks driving before, but I never thought I could get made while in my car.