Persephone
10-29-2009, 07:11 PM
I must have fallen through the looking glass this morning!
Talk about quick change Olympics -- I'm wearing Docker's from the men's department; a long-sleeved t-shirt that's admittedly from the misses' department but isn't really styled or anything, and a Smith & Wesson camo jacket from the men's hunting department. I haven't shaved since yesterday morning, I have no makeup on, I'm not carrying a purse, and my wallet is stuffed in my back pocket.
I bring my purchases to the woman at the bookstore checkout. I'm buying a science fiction paperback and three or four magazines like Backwoods Home, Hobby Farm, and Countryside.
"How are you today, Ma'm?" she asks.
I answer in as soft a voice as I can muster. I hand her my bookstore club membership card, which comes up with my male name.
She completes the transaction, hands me my change, and says, "Have a nice day, Ma'm."
On the way out, I realize I forgot to pick up a copy of Rifle magazine (great articles on the Savage Acustock and on long-range varmint guns).
I go back to checkout, this time with the clerk next to the one I dealt with before.
"I forgot to get this magazine when I came through a few minutes ago," I say.
"No problem, Ma'm," she says.
Then it's off to the tire place to get a tire repaired. No change in outfit, except that this time I am carrying my purse.
The salesrep greets me, "Good afternoon, Ma'm, how can I help you?"
"I've been screwed," I say, "Really, I have a screw in my tire."
He laughs and looks up my account, which comes up with, again, my male name.
Thirty minutes later they've fixed my tire. He apparently called "my name" (must be my male name) but got no response, so, when I figured out that they were finished, I went over to him.
He gets out my keys and says, "All ready to go. Have a great day, Ma'm!"
I may just try to stay on this side of the looking glass!
Talk about quick change Olympics -- I'm wearing Docker's from the men's department; a long-sleeved t-shirt that's admittedly from the misses' department but isn't really styled or anything, and a Smith & Wesson camo jacket from the men's hunting department. I haven't shaved since yesterday morning, I have no makeup on, I'm not carrying a purse, and my wallet is stuffed in my back pocket.
I bring my purchases to the woman at the bookstore checkout. I'm buying a science fiction paperback and three or four magazines like Backwoods Home, Hobby Farm, and Countryside.
"How are you today, Ma'm?" she asks.
I answer in as soft a voice as I can muster. I hand her my bookstore club membership card, which comes up with my male name.
She completes the transaction, hands me my change, and says, "Have a nice day, Ma'm."
On the way out, I realize I forgot to pick up a copy of Rifle magazine (great articles on the Savage Acustock and on long-range varmint guns).
I go back to checkout, this time with the clerk next to the one I dealt with before.
"I forgot to get this magazine when I came through a few minutes ago," I say.
"No problem, Ma'm," she says.
Then it's off to the tire place to get a tire repaired. No change in outfit, except that this time I am carrying my purse.
The salesrep greets me, "Good afternoon, Ma'm, how can I help you?"
"I've been screwed," I say, "Really, I have a screw in my tire."
He laughs and looks up my account, which comes up with, again, my male name.
Thirty minutes later they've fixed my tire. He apparently called "my name" (must be my male name) but got no response, so, when I figured out that they were finished, I went over to him.
He gets out my keys and says, "All ready to go. Have a great day, Ma'm!"
I may just try to stay on this side of the looking glass!