the unsolved case of the androgynous drone

I was at one of my countless temp jobs a couple of years back when I overheard the following line: If that is a girl, she’s hot.

I was on my lunch break at the time and it came from the table behind me. I did a fake yawn or something equally cartoonish to give myself an excuse to turn and see three guys staring back at me. I quickly went back to my book. They had been talking about their wives and kids, then the weather, then weed-eaters, then people in their office, and eventually some new androgynous employee who may or may not be hot. Whoever said it said it with the same unashamed confidence that he had used to declare that Ryobi makes a shitty weed-eater. The other two nodded with the same confidence.

This was at a large financial company on West End. I was able to garner that they worked on the sixth floor where an endless sea of drones at their cubicles sat and browbeat customers over the phone about missed payments. I worked in a file room on the eighth floor but spent most of my breaks after that just wandering around the sixth floor to see this manly hot chick or feminine pretty boy. I saw many attractive women and many women who looked like they could possibly have been men, but none that I would put in both camps. Not a Hilary Swank in the bunch.

There is no moral to this story, and I don't know what made me think of it.