I’m sorry, what? G? That might look like a 6, but it’s not, it’s a G.  It’s a passive aggressive G.  Here we are at the Mall of America and he ends our day by calling me out for being gay.  Me!  The guy who dressed up in tight clothes and spent the afternoon exercising.  And you call yourself a healer.  I don’t think so friend, because I know that my rock bottom was the day Richard Simmons called me a fag.   Well played, good sir!