I don't know how I forgot to add this story when I posted about my Christmas shopping outing this year... I was dressed in a blouse, a black skirt, black pantyhose, and flats, but my head was male.
For my first stop on my shopping day, I went to the information center for the town I was shopping in. It was early. As I walked in, I walked past a man who was cleaning up leaves, etc. outside. He looked at me as I walked in. I forget if I said hello or not.
After ten or fifteen minutes, I finally got free from the information desk guy who was a bit too helpful. He was just trying to do a good job. He never saw my outfit until I walked away. His back was turned when I walked up. (but I am rambling...)
As I exited the building, the worker was just inside the building doing something. As I walked past him at the exit, he looked at me and then looked down and back up. He had an unusual, sort of friendly, look on his face. He said, "Are you German?" I said no. He said he thought I might be, because of the skirt. I asked, "Do you mean Scottish? They wear kilts." He said, "Yes, that's right." I responded, "No, I'm not Scottish either." I wished him a Merry Christmas and went on my way.
He was very friendly, although inaccurate.