When I worked for Illinois State Highways in early 80s, I was in The Brothers Tavern for a couple of beers after work.
On the late afternoon news on TV they were doing a human-interest story. It seems this guy had found his long-lost brother. The guy was one of the designers from the gay florist shop I made deliveries for in the late 70s.
I stood up on the rungs of the barstool, pointed at the TV and shouted, "THAT GUY'S A FAGGOT!"
Everyone was asking, "How do you know?"
I replied, "Because we worked together. It was the same shop, but we had different jobs." ;)