Her (in a deep gravely male voice): Hello
Her (who was actually a Him): There's nothing hotter than a woman washing a car.
Me (laughing and trying to hide my look of surprise): Have a Good Day!
After I was done washing Z(squared) I went into the backyard of the Red House and told G about my encounter:
Me: Some Dude just came by and told me that there's nothing hotter than a woman washing her car.
G: Who was he?
Me: I don't know. He was wearing a dress and turban.
G: (laughing...*at me*!)
Me: I think he was homeless...or a Burner.
G: You should have told him that there's nothing hotter than a man who can pull off a dress.