At my office yesterday. Yes, that's a man, and yes he rode up in a leather mini skirt and high wedges.
I could see where wearing a skirt on a bike could be very gratifying. But, I'm a dude so skirt wearing is out. How about a kilt? I could rock a kilt.
My first permanent job was mechanic/pumping gas at what used to be my uncle's Studebaker dealership. Some dude walked in the door and asked to use the restroom. He went into the restroom, locked the door and committed suicide with a filet knife. We set a record for the amount of gas sold to all the gawkers that day. The boss and I drank ourselves almost comatose for free at the American Legion that night. We opened four hours late the next day.
Nah, he plunged it straight into his chest. We heard him groaning, thought he was drunk and throwing up.