... because I was loud. I've always been loud. Not terribly loud this time, mind you, but loud enough that when I said the words "drag queen" in conversation at the reception desk, one of my "superiors", who's a little too swishy to warrant the wedding band on his left hand (though he is from Massachusetts) turned around mid-step as he was walking down the hall and nearly fell on his face.
I chuckled.
So did everyone else at reception.
Normally I wouldn't gloat in such cases, but he's been on my ass (so to speak) about my job.
So there. Nyah.
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