Pink Shirt Trauma

I went to my bank and walked up to an open teller’s window. The teller finished what she was doing, raised her eyes, pointed, and shouted, “Look!” The other three tellers darted to her window and looked at me.
Still pointing, my teller said to her colleagues, “See, men who are secure in their masculinity do wear pink shirts.” She cashed my check and I left.
I’m glad it wasn’t in New Jersey.