I’m Mexual

(Two of my coworkers are gossiping on the other side of the counter. I can’t hear what they’re talking about, but they keep looking over at me. Finally, one of them calls out to me.)

Coworker: *smirking* “Hey, [My Name], do you prefer taco bowls or burritos?”

Me: *blank stare* “I don’t like Mexican food.”

(They cracked up, and it eventually came out that this was some bizarre metaphor for asking me whether I was gay or straight. It still worked: I’m asexual.)