Apparently Not Every Person in San Francisco Is a Gay Man

A vendor was walking me through the install of a new piece of equipment at my place of employment earlier this week and because of circumstances beyond my control the aforementioned equipment install had to take place in a small, closet-like room.

Paul the Vendor: Well, that should do it.

Me: Great! And again, I’m really sorry that you had to spend your morning in a closet.

Paul the Vendor (chuckling): That's okay. I'm no stranger to closets.

Me (raising my eyebrows and offering up an exaggerated and knowning nod in his direction): I hear that, Paul.

A moment passes.

Me: So, are you from San Francisco originally?

Paul the Vendor: No.

A beat.

Paul the Vendor: My wife is though.