Customer: “Is this a gay bar?”
[He glances about at all the gay surrounding him.]
Customer: “Where are the straight bars?”
Me: “… Everywhere else?”
As soon as he walked out, I remembered that there are a lot of bars up and down Washington Avenue, so I ran after him and yelled, “WASHINGTON,” but I don’t think he heard me, which probably worked out for the best. Considering the powers of deduction he exhibited, he wouldn’t have known whether I meant the street, the state, or the city, so God only knows where he would’ve ended up.
I do hope he finds a nice straight bar, though. Even if dollars to donuts says he wanders into a Mexican restaurant and starts ordering Chinese food.