Back in the early 2000s one of my coworkers approached me with some photographs of her dogs and asked me if I wanted to see her puppies. The surprised look on my face and hesitance to answer made another coworker begin laughing out loud as she realized that I (and her) were wrestling fans and as such took her comment to mean something completely different. When another coworker heard of our exchange she said, "And you probably responded YES YES YES!!" The coworker who laughed passed away a few years later.
They both got up, paid their bill and headed towards the door. A young lady approached from the other side, stole a quick glance and focused on a distant spot ahead of her. Kurt had become very familiar with the procedure, the classic I-see-you-are-deformed-so-I’ll take-a-quick-look-out-of-curiousity-but-will-immediately-look-away-as-you-are-hidious-and-I-don’t-want-you-to-catch-me-staring-at-your-freek-face-so-I’ll-focus-on-whatever-is-straight-ahead-of-me-and-act-like-that-was-my-intention-all-along-and-it-has-nothing-to-do-with-your-face look. She walked past them. “Bitch,” Kurt mumbled.