So we jump in the cab say hello and give the driver the address of the bar we are going to. Then, and note that we haven't even turned the corner from our house yet, the driver tells us that he is dating a fuzzy gay man. I say oh a fuzzy gay man, how interesting. At this point Princess pokes me in my side, I know she is trying to tell me NOT to encourage conversation, but I just can't help myself. I say to the driver, you know I'm glad you are dating a fuzzy gay man (I've had a couple drinks already and am ready for fun). The cab driver continues to tell us that his fuzzy boyfriend is going to have smoothie surgery. Of course I asked what that was. He proceeded to tell me that his boyfriend just wanted to be castrated because his father is a child molester and he doesn't want to be one when he gets older. Princess is grabbing the door at this point. I say to the driver, wow that's awful drastic, but I guess if that's what will ease his mind then I suppose a man has to do what a man has to do. Then, the cab driver continues to tell us that his "Fuzzy" boyfriend also wants the surgery so he can't reproduce. I say to the driver, "Wow I didn't know that two gay men could reproduce.." At this point Princess can't stand it anymore. She gives me the look that says, "if you say one more damn word to this man I will kill you...."
I'm sure glad we were only a block away at that point or I wouldn't be typing this today!