It must be somethig in the air.
Yesterday, while waiting for Ham 'n Dave at the airport, two flight attendants in their fifties walked by.
"Well, you must be a wrestler!" said one.
I stopped and looked at her to make sure she was talking to me.
"Wrestler?" I asked.
"I just thought that because of your skirt."
I blinked once, then bent slightly, assumed a wrestler's pose and said, "That's it! Two falls out of three!"
They got a good laugh out of it.