Dress code deception
There's a tavern a few blocks from my office that has a live band every Wednesday night. The girl singer is really, REALLY good. On those rare occasions when I have a few extra bucks in my pocket, I like to go listen to her. A couple of weeks ago I was in the mood for some good, live blues, so I went.
I was walking from the parking lot to the bar. There was an older couple in front of me, the woman apparently quite lame, limping badly, steadying herself with a cane. Her husband (I assumed it was her husband) was helping her along. As I got a little closer to them, «husband» turns around and says to me, «Go around us, young man, we're holding you up!»
«Oh, no you're not. That's ok.» I said. I looked directly at the «husband». It wasn't a man after all, but a woman dressed in a sport coat and slacks, and a drastically short haircut. I did a double-take, then held the door open for them to enter the bar. Wow. It's not often you see open lesbians in this area. Cool!

