I was out earlier with my hair down, kilt on, nails painted, hylian crest tee, prowling around a couple different Harbor Freights looking for stuff to swap the truck engines with.
I could feel the disturbance in the force as my queer ass drew the eyes of every Regular Dude and Boomer in the place even though I was basically dressed in all black.
The guy bringing the engine hoist out looked at me in disbelief as I picked up the heavier of the boxes and chucked it in the car.