I went to Walmart today. Sarah had to get out. All dressed up, probably my best makeup job ever. 29 degrees and I was out in a skirt. It felt great!
An older lady was wanting one of those Tidy Cat Kitty Litter buckets that are real heavy. She needed help, she couldn't lift it.
I offered to get it for her.
"No, I'll get a man to do it," she said. She wasn't being insulting, she thought I was a woman.
I insisted.
"No, you'll hurt yourself, honey. Let me get a man..." she said.
Well, I picked it up and put it in her cart.
"You shouldn't risk hurting yourself, honey" she said. She called me honey twice. She was being very sweet.
"I have to pick up heavy stuff at work all the time, I'm used to it," I said.
She thanked me and we both went our own way.
I don't know if she ever figured out I'm a guy. One thing is for sure, I feel like I made a friend, even if I never see her again.
On the way to Walmart, I kept looking in the car mirror, my makeup looked good, but I wasn't overly happy with my presentation.
But when I got home, I checked myself out again in the bathroom mirror. I look pretty darn good. I've never done a better job with my look, I hope I can repeat it.
I don't think anyone in the store could have possibly clocked me. I am my worst critic (arent we all?) but even I can't find anything to give me away.
Normally, I can't get my makeup off fast enough when I get home, but it looks so good, I am leaving it on for awhile.