Unbeknownst to me, I'd arrived in Seattle on Gay Pride Day. At first, I'd noticed a lot of really tall women in Seattle. The closer I walked, the closer I looked: Those aren't Women! Big laugh! I need glasses, and to turn my gay-dar back on. For years, I'd marched in, attended or watched the Gay Pride Parade in SF--and here I'd blundered into Seattle's version. Waiting in long lines at the bathrooms proved entertaining at least, as a variety of lewd and no-so lewd tongue-in-cheek comments were bandied about. These signs for the restrooms are tiled on the floor, and yielded a funny banter:
Seattle's Pike's Place Market. File under
"Don't forget to look down!"
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