I had to report for jury duty today. (6th time in my memory, never been called)
My wife loaned me her Nook (her 'kit' bag). No WiFi access in the courthouse. 90 other civilians there. No access but my phone... but
I walked around all day in a crisp shirt, dress pants, gelled hair, earrings and a bright satin magenta bag. I got smiles and nods from folks who would not normally acknowledge me, and blind stares from 'manly men'. Women gave me smiles, "light" men gave me smiles. "Butch guys" looked right past me.
I don't care anymore. If someone has an issue with me, then *they* have an issue with *me*.
"You talkin' to ME?!?!" - Al Pachino^h^h^h^h^h Robert DeNiro, Taxi Driver
- MM