One time me and a friend stopped at a local burger place to pick up some food and the guy that rang us up was this flamboyantly gay fella. I must have been sending the wrong signals or something 'cause the kid was hitting on me hardcore. My friends and I play gay chicken a lot, so my buddy looks over at me, smiles, shoves his hand into my back pocket, pulls me really close, and then fixes this kid with his increasingly creepy smile. While I'm struggling against the instinct to push him away, and even more so at the urge to laugh, the kid gets really quiet and rings us up without another word, and glares at my friend as we, still with his hand in my pocket, make our way to get our drinks.

I still don't know whether I won or lost at that gay chicken.