No Such Thing As A Stupid Question?

So I'm giving my psycho-sister a ride the other day, and things seem to be going pretty well.   I'm in a good mood, she's in a good mood....sun is shining and for once in a very long time I'm not repulsed at the thought of spending (any) amount of time with her in a confined space.

Then, she opened her mouth.

"I need to ask you a question" she stammerd.

"Uhm, okay"

"Is that ring a sign to other men that you're gay?"

"What?" I asked.

"Do all gay men wear those kinds of rings to meet other men?" she clarified.  "Cody, (her son, my nephew) has a friend who wears a ring exactly like that and we think he might be gay"

I looked down at my hand.  It was a regular ring.  Just a stainless steel ring.  Not big and chunky, no embossed rainbow flag or male symbols intertwined....just a plain freaking ring.  Yet suddenly, to this twit who has known me all her life, I am no longer a guy who has a job, pays his bills ....I am reduced to a club-going, on the prowl for sex homosexual, using covert signals to send my intentions and broadcast the fact I like dick.

If I seem cruel by my reaction to her question....trust me, I'm not. You've never met my sister.  This is the same unbalanced woman, who a few months ago was yelling I was nothing but a "fucking faggot", yet when she needed a ride, assumed I posessed a very short memory. 

"Yes Sherri" I was tempted to answer, "yes it is.  All gay men are required to wear these rings."  Instead, I just shook my head and said "No."

So as to the old saying that there's "no such thing as a stupid question"?   Wait til you have a conversation with my youngest sibling and see what you think.