So my mom just called. She was telling me that her friend wants me to work at his bar here in town. She was rambling and seemed kind of nervous for no apparent reason and then she said something along the lines of "however, there is one thing you have to do for Larry (the bar owner) if you want to work there." I was like uhh ok. She then went on to say that Larry has a gay uncle who is his favorite relative. I of course was very confused and was thinking "well, umm. im not interested in doing sexual favors for a middle aged man." but then she said, "he doesn't hate gay people, but he wants you to not dress so gay when you work." I was just like "OK, i'll try." The stipulations were that I was not allowed to wear super tight pants, no bandana, and i have to cut my hair so that it isnt colored anymore. My mom offered to buy me new jeans. This is my life. should i have been more offended? probably. oh well, at least i'll have another job now.