Just recently an 'Entertainment- Evening' was put on by the Yodel Club in our village.
Most of my neighbours belong to this club and so one day my doorbell rang - one of my neighbours wanted to sell me some tickets for the evening, just to make sure I shouldn't get turned away at the door ...
Well, because I do try to take part in at least some of the villages social life, I purchased a ticket and when the evening arrived, duly made my way to the village hall.

Upon entering, my path was efficiently blocked by my neighbour's wife who grumbled at me 'Hender reserviert?/Did you make a reservation?' I held my ticket under her nose and tried to make my way past her but still she blocked my path and grumbled 'Wie isch dr Gschlacht/What sex are you?'

I blinked uncomprehendingly and memories of segregated assemblies at school shot through my head - Boys on the right-, girls on the left-hand side of the hall. Then I glanced down at my legs, just to make sure that I hadn't put on a Kilt by mistake and that this was perhaps the reason for confusion.
I hadn't, so I blinked at her again, slowly beginning to feel a little silly and said 'Male - I think'.

With that, she burst out laughing - most unusual for these reserved mountain-folk - and spluttered "No, no, that means 'What is your surname' here!"
I told her my name, she consulted a list, grinned and said 'Row five, seat number twelve.'
Apparently every single visitor had a hand selected seat.
I was just a little disappointed though, to find that there was no sign on the seats, to inform other people who they were going to be sitting next to.

Well, what shall I say? We weren't segregated and if you like yodelling, it was quite a pleasant evening!