MK's colleague, DB, has a birthday coming up and MK emailed me this morning to remind her to pick something up for DB while we're at Lowes this weekend.
Now, I have long insisted that certain cliches are cliches for a reason and the lesbian couple trotting off to Lowes or Home Depot nearly every weekend is one of those cliches. Rooted not only in fact, but also compulsion, we spot more lesbians per capita at a Lowes than we do at any other place that typically caters to a cross section of the populace. Now granted, a cross section that does home repair or improvements, but still. It's not like we're at Michael's buying glitter glue or ordering custom made stamps for our scrapbooking projects, where, I suspect, our gaydar would be pinged exponentially less than at a DIY big box store.
Still, it's curious, in that 'aha' way, when you are among your people, all converging at the same point on a plane, pushing an over-sized cart with one errrant wheel.