When I worked for Illinois State Highways in early 80s, I was in The Brothers Tavern for a couple of beers after work.
This guy came on the afternoon news. It seems he had found his long lost brother. He was one of the designers at the fag florist I made deliveries for on north side of Chicago.
I stood up on rungs of bar stool, pointed at the TV and shouted, "THAT GUY'S A FAGGOT!"
Everyone was asking, "How do you know?"
I told them, "Because we worked in the same shop, but we had different jobs." :-/