I mentioned in another thread that I caught one of the guys I work with staring at my bound chest in consternation a couple months ago. Well, today when I got back to the shipping department, he switched the music from his usual diet of Top 40, Country and Hard Rock to
The Best of Sonny and Cher. Given Chaz Bono's recent coming out, I have to wonder if that was his subtle way of letting me know that he'd figured me out. Or is it just plain coincidence that this high-school-jock-type of boy suddenly had a hankering for "Gypsies Tramps and Thieves"? Hmmm ...