Alex and I, bored of cafeteria food and trying desperately to escape Cole, decided to take a cab over to the town and eat out.  We were sitting at the table, talking about guys, when two boys came over.  

"Hey, we have some extra bowling tickets."  One said, fanning out the purple card stock tickets.   "Would you ladies like to join us?"

Alex seemed not to care about being a putative girl, and was for going with them, but I stood up, slamming my hand on the table.  

"Are you hitting on us?"  

"Yeah, I guess so."  They replied.

"We're guys."  I stated.

"No way!"  One of the boys exclaimed.  "There is no way."

"Yeah."  Said the other.  "Prove it."

Alex proceeded to drop his pants and stood in the middle of the restaurant with nothing on his lower half for about ten seconds, during which I averted my eyes and the boys gaped.  A waitress told he he had to leave, but some how, Alex convinced her that, since the rule was technically 'no shirt, no service,' that having no pants could not be included.  

"OK."  The boys who had been hitting on us said.  "You're guys."

I thanked Alex profusely when we left.  Alex told me it was his pleasure.  I'm still not sure whether he was joking or not.