Went to the hardware store earlier today with a female friend who knows Paulette. We were getting 5 sheets of plywood and some screws to put it down with. We get to the check out and the clerk gives the total and I swipe my credit card, the clerk asks to see the card and then says, who's card is this? I say its mine and she asks for ID which I showed her my drab license . She looks and says OK. She then said do you ladies need help loading this lumber. Prior to this I had not even thought about passing and after this I felt like a million bucks. Later in day after Paulette got the plywood laid down my friend and a couple of other friends all went out to lunch together. The buffet was busy but once again no strange looks even by the teenagers that seemed to be every where.