Years ago I worked for a drilling company. The rig I was on, our crew (12 hour shifts), went to Craig Colorado for some stuff, and our toolie was going through a divorce. My sister was living on a ranch outside of Craig at the time. I knew a transexual through her, "Michelle". <cough cough>
Ok, so we're eating dinner at a bar/restaurant and me and the powerplant mechie are the only ones not drinking. Well, while the toolie's away everyone pitched money in the pot and we gave it to....Michelle, as she was working there.
Ok, her shift ends and she's been flirting with the toolie all night long. All he knows is she's (reasonably) good looking and he's torn up because of the divorce. So he's drunk, she's drunk, and their out dancing to the music. It's late, they start kissing and getting hot, next thing you know he finds out that really ain't a roll of quarters in her pocket.
I don't know what I nearly died from that night- laughing my butt off or him wanting to kill ALL of us! Life on the rig was not very pleasant after that. Of course I already didn't last long for other reasons. Thankfully!
But look on the bright side- he got back with his wife!