There's a cross-dresser at work. He's nice enough and wears pretty skirts, which I frequently compliment him on.
Me: X was telling me that he was a clothes horse and every few months
he has to get rid of his clothes and buy all new ones.
Austin: Uh-huh.
Me: Is it weird that I'm more concerned about buying secondhand
skirts that may have been worn by a transvestite than I am about men
using the ladies room?
Austin: He doesn't donate them. He probably throws them out.
Me: You know this is going to keep me up at night now.
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