On a Tuesday.
A male student walks into the staff room and sits down next to me.
After the usual conversation openers,
He does a slow, glamorous "jazz hands" in my face.
The little finger on each hand has a coat of glittery nail polish.
Me: What? Why?
Student: I have very feminine hands. I was testing it out.
[he was A LOT happier than this...]
Me: …right. Then you decided to do a second nail as well…?
Student: Yeah. To balance it.
He rolls his fingers dramatically.
Well with that logic....
Me: Why didn't you just do the whole hand?
Student: Too dangerous. Gays.
He chuckles, philosophically.
Student: I don't know why they always come to me. I need to build up my body. I have quite a chick-ly look….
I just stared...