A pocket gay made my day

I was working on Saturday night at the restaurant. Tables were full and in the foyer people kept piling up anxious to get inside. Loud chatter drowned out the noise of Hot Chip that was playing on repeat.

I was only working for a few hours, just to help out during the rush between 7-9:30pm. My job was to run food out to the tables. I would cheese it up with a little story behind the dishes, what inspired (the very white woman chef) to come up with these "authentic" flavor combinations, how to eat the food properly, and flirty comments.

There were two of us acting as runners that night, me and a small gay asian boy. He is the definition of fabulous. We spent a bunch of the night gabbing. He taught me the "Soul real" fist bump for Randy Jackson presents America's Best Dance Crew (ABDC for those of you in the know.)

I said something, I cannot remember what it was, but it inspired the question "how old are you?"

"Old," I replied.

"No, seriously, how old?" he asked.

"32"

"No, way. I would have guessed 26, 28 max. Wow. I swear this fits my theory. J NEVER hires ugly people here. Ask Chef, she'll confirm it," he stated.