Overheard today, on Church Street, the decaying hellhole known as Toronto’s gaybourhood…

Queen 1 to Queen 2: I’ve been thinking of getting a kilt. I dunno, I just want to make more of a statement.

May I suggest this kind of statement?

“Hey, mister contractor, don’t give me any sass; I used to be a featured performer in a regional production of Urinetown, y’know, and I’m the boss of you, so quit pointing that nailgun at me!”