So today, I overheard a phone call that Glenn — the 60-year-old store manager of my Poor Man’s Starbucks who occasionally crossdresses — made to the Human Resources department at corporate headquarters. He was sitting just two tables in front of me and I heard it all.

Apparently he’s transgender and is going through the process. He’s also changing his name to Sandy. He was calling to find out the company’s transgender policy, or if they even have one, at the request of his doctor.



And… it appears that Lindsay (a.k.a. “The Guy”) is gay. So now, out of eight people living at my house, three of us are gay.