Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?

And so then Cavin and I were walking out of tonight's World Team Tennis match -- Washington Kastles v. Delaware Smash, Kastles lost -- and being that I hadn't eaten dinner before heading downtown and it was now 9:30 p.m. I lobbied hard for stopping by Capital City Brewery, based primarily on the fact that the establishment sits directly across the street from the Kastles Stadium -- mini-stadium, actually, or perhaps a stadiumette -- and required only about 30 feet of walking effort for me to ensconce my posterior in a soft, pleathery booth, which was a glutteal relief after two-and-a-half hours on a slab of wood.

Cavin entered Cap City first, and I held the door for a woman of a certain age who was on her way out, and from the tobacco-scent wafting off her light blue top, presumably to smoke. She stopped directly in the middle of the door, blocking my path and waving an unlit cigarette in her right hand like a third-rate Bette Davis.

"You're not gay, are you?" she rasped.

"Um, yeah, I am."

"Gawd, every man I meet here is gay."

Yeah, well, I'm bettin' some of 'em weren't gay until they met you, honey.

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[Jack Brown]

oops, I meant Cojones

[Jack Brown]

C'mon Sean, grow some cajones and tell her to her face!