While my wife was at a doctors appt. today I went to the hospital coffee shop for some breakfast, it was seven a.m. and I had already driven 100 miles today. The woman next to me gave me a couple of looks, which, as usual, I shrugged off. As I was sugaring my coffee she walked right up to me and out of the blue asked "Are you gay, or do you just dress like that?" I wanted to come back at her with a zinger of a rude remark, but went with the 'better honey than vinegar' approach. "This is just the way I'm most comfortable". Once again, I was waiting for the slanderous, misguided generalization, or fire and brimstone condemnation, when she replied "Good for you. My son's gay, and I haven't seen him for awhile. By the way, you look terrific". We shared a table, and chatted for a few minutes.
She brightened up my morning.