A late post

Had I world enough and time, I would have told this story:

It was late. Tso and I were boozing it up in an Irish pub.

We laughed. We cried. We argued politics. We swore at each other and yelled at things. It was grand.

And suddenly, a man passing by came over to us. "Excuse me," he said. "I don't mean to interrupt, but...are you two gay?"

"No!" shrieked Tso.

"Yes," I said immediately. Then, startled, I blurted out, "No!" while Tso murmured "I guess..."

"I'm just asking because my son just came out of the closet," the man went on. "You two looked like you were tight. I just couldn't tell if you were buddies-for-life tight or who-wears-the-dress-tonight tight."

A long, pregnant pause. We looked at each other.

"We'll get back to you," I announced.