This morning I show up my local coffee shop. Byron is already there, chatting with the woman behind the counter and paying for his coffee. As Byron takes his change he struggles to put slip it in his pocket and the woman says, "That's why I don't wear tight pants."

"Well," she goes on, "that and it says no tight pants in our handbook."

At first I assume she means the handbook for the coffee shop we're at, but she adds, "It's listed right after the part about Jeeps and bulldogs." And that's when I realize she's not referring to the coffee shop handbook, but rather the lesbian handbook.

"Jeeps?" I ask. "I always thought it was pickup trucks." She shakes her head. "It was pickup trucks in the 90's. We've updated since then."

At least they're staying current.