A gay guy (and his  partner)  sitting  at  the  bar  next  to  me   and  my  husband tonight  was SO sure  they  had  us sized  up:

“So you’re  a writer, aren’t  you?” One  of them said to my  husband.

“No, my  wife is  the writer, ” he said, correcting  hiim.

Reminded  me  of my guitar  playing  days  when  I’d  bring  my  guitar  in for servicing  and  the  staff  would  talk  to  my  husband  like HE was the  guitar  player!

Never  judge  a  book  by  its  cover!