Mad things you hear from the unlikeliest people (no.1 in an occasional series)

Wandering around WHSmith in my lunch hour (not so much killing time as totally annihilating it), I overheard a snippet of a conversation between a prim middle aged lady and a younger man who may have been her son (or maybe not), near the book section. They were having a discussion about a particular individual (or individuals as it may seem) when the seemingly respectable lady quipped "I just think they're frustrated lesbians myself!", in a volume loud enough for half the shop to hear.

Who was she talking about? I don't know and I would hate to speculate. But one thing's for sure, I felt for the person she was with, however he was related to her. If he didn't feel like distancing himself from her that very minute, he's a far better person than I am.