Old people are fun
Went to visit my Aunt Vera in hospital today. It's also her birthday, so we bought cards and presents. The woman in the next bed is a lady named Sylvia. Like my Aunt Vera she's in her 80s and they get along brilliantly. When we were chatting my mum bought up the time my grandad came to visit me in Portsmouth and I accidently sent him into a gay bar (he wanted to know where the nearest pub was, and I honestly had no idea it as a gay bar. Neither did he until halfway through his pint). Sylvia brought up the fact that one of the male nurses on the ward was gay and did her best impression of a mince. Then she came out with this absolute gem:
"I bet he must get really confused though about what to wear."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when he's dressing up as a woman, and when he can't do it and all."
".....Cross-dressing and being gay are two different things."
"Really? You mean he doesn't wear women's clothes?"
"No. Gay men can dress as men, and straight men can pretend to be women."
"Ohhhh. I didn't know that!"
Bless. Old people are wonderful sometimes.
"I bet he must get really confused though about what to wear."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when he's dressing up as a woman, and when he can't do it and all."
".....Cross-dressing and being gay are two different things."
"Really? You mean he doesn't wear women's clothes?"
"No. Gay men can dress as men, and straight men can pretend to be women."
"Ohhhh. I didn't know that!"
Bless. Old people are wonderful sometimes.