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So, I was at a yarn shop a little while back. As the nice young girl rings me up at the register, I hear a woman a ways off asking another saleslady with a slight southern accent about the washing instructions for a particular skein of yarn. There's some background noise and all, and I'm sure she didn't actually say this, but I swear to the ghods that it sounded like the saleslady replied, "Oh that one is drag queen only."
The nice young girl who is ringing me up asks me why I'm suddenly laughing so hard. I tell her. She starts laughing too - "I'm spending my evening with a drag queen tonight. In fact, I'm teaching him how to knit."
God, I love Portland.
The nice young girl who is ringing me up asks me why I'm suddenly laughing so hard. I tell her. She starts laughing too - "I'm spending my evening with a drag queen tonight. In fact, I'm teaching him how to knit."
God, I love Portland.