Back in Scranton, Michael peers through the glass at the bullpen, asking Dwight whether he can tell who's gay and who isn't just on sight. Dwight confidently says that he could. Michael's like, "What about Oscar?" Dwight says Oscar's not gay. Michael takes a little pleasure in informing Dwight that he's wrong about that. Dwight is confused: "He's not wearing women's clothing." Yes, they can be sneaky that way. Michael says that if Oscar could secretly be gay, anyone could be, so Michael needs to nail down which staffers are gay so that he doesn't inadvertently piss off anyone else. Dwight, somewhat hopelessly, suggests that Michael could just assume everyone's gay and not say anything offensive, but Michael scoffs at the notion that anyone in the office would enjoy being treated like he or she was gay. I mean, really. It's not like they get to take off any extra holidays. Angela comes into their eyeline, and Michael says that Angela's so hard and severe, she could be "a gay woman." With a sidelong glance at the camera, Dwight smirks that he doesn't think she's a lesbian. Michael's not so sure: "I can imagine her with another woman. Can't you?" Dwight smirks harder. Michael wishes there was a way he could tell someone was gay. Dwight muses that Jim once told him you could buy gaydar online. Michael doubts it. Dwight agrees that it might not have been true: "Jim didn't tell the truth a lot." But Michael can't entirely rule out the possibility, and they decide to call Jim to get the website just in case. Yeah, that's probably not something where your Google results are actually going to be very helpful.

"What's gaydar?" asks Jim, on the phone in Stamford. "Oh, oh! Gaydar! Yes!" Managing to keep from laughing (but grinning at the camera), he says he thinks they have it at Sharper Image. He offers to check, and makes some loud fake-typing noises on his keyboard: "It's sold out." He snickers at the camera, saying he's sorry. He's not even going to suggest trying eBay?

Back in his office, Michael anxiously gazes off. Dwight, wedged in next to him, grabs the keyboard: "I'll try Brookstone." Yeah, their gaydar is probably waterproof and has a CD player built in.

Back in Stamford, Jim grins: "I miss that." He should read Dwight's blog.

After commercials, we're back in Scranton. Pam's at her desk when Roy enters with a couple of foil-covered plates, asking Pam if she wants chicken or fish. She sighs deeply, and finally takes the chicken. He asks if she's having a good day, and she answers perfunctorily that it's excellent. She looks away, and he leaves, awkwardly. The camera zooms in on Pam's left hand so that we can see she's not wearing a ring. Nor has she gotten one of those ring-finger tattoos that all the kids are so excited about.