Someone in my building asked, "Did you make those eggs or did your wife make them?"
"Oh, there's no wife," I said, adding, "I made them."
"Oh, you're not married?"
"No, I'm not. I've had a partner for almost ten years now, though, but we don't live together and he doesn't cook for me."
I was too polite to laugh at the furrowed brow and the gnarled up nose, but enjoyed the polite reply, "Oh."
Don we now our gay apparel. Have a blessed holiday.