The HD down the road from me is what it must be like early Friday night in San Francisco. I went there once, for paint (big sale), trying to convince myself I was mistaken about what kind of customers were cruising around. The straw that broke the camel's back was, while I was over at the paint samples, one old fairy whining to his petit ami with a wandering eye: "Will you stop that and help me pick out a color to paint the kitchen?"
He was holding a couple of gray paint chips. I don't know why I still remember that so clearly...(cue the Twilight Zone music)
LOL. When I lived in Miami, the local Homo, er, Home Depots were major crusing spots for gays. I know this because it was ranked so by the local "alternative" rag.