In my late teens/early twenties I had blonde hair to just above my shoulders, and was at 'London' (a gay-bar in Oslo) with 2 girlfriends of mine and it was my turn to get the drinks. So I head over to the bar, and the girls had stolen all 4 of my pony-tail-strings (no clue what they're called in English 0.o - anyway yea, I never had less on me when going outside back then.. which is another story..) because they thought I was much cuter with my hair loose.
Well, right after I order the drinks I get tapped on the shoulder and it was a 50+ years old quite short woman with short-cropped, slightly greyish hair, and right behind her stood one of the broadest-shouldered women I've ever seen, also with short-cropped and slightly greyish hair. I was just wondering what they wanted when she said, "Excuse me, but are you a boy or a girl?"
Somehow, my synapses flared fast enough to get me to ask her, "That depends, are you straight or gay?"
She answered, "What if I'm straight?"
"Then I'm a girl." And I grabbed the drinks and went back to my friends. I told my friends what just happened and they gave me back one of the pony-tail-strings, and laughed their asses of.
Great story when told live, with feeling, in Norwegian
