Happy 4th of July! God Bless America!
We're at a local concert/fireworks display. I'm wearing women's jeans, an ambigous patriotic t-shirt over an unfilled (other than by me!) posture bra, and I've got a large patriotic bow on my pony tail. No make-up, not even lipstick.
Just went over to use the restrooms. Decided not to go for the permanent ones 'cause I felt too underdressed for the Women's and figured I'd get chased out of the Men's.
Instead, I headed for a nearby row of portapoties. About 5 in a row, three are unlabeled and two are labeled "for women and children only".
In spite of the either/or nature of the three unlabeled ones all of the women are waiting for the two labeled ones.
I decide to get in the unlabeled line even though it is populated entirely with men. And that's when the fun begins! In the women's line is a young girl, probably around 9 years old, who keeps motioning me over to the women's line.
I get a couple stares from departing guys, but stick with my original choice.
You gotta love this crazy, wild life we live!
