Friday I made a (really early) break for it from work, seeing as I'm yet to get any decent work this year. (My job is project based and no-one seems to want to build anything lately). Transformed at the airport motel (they have a 5 h airport stopover tariff) and headed to the mall. I'd like to think I did a good enough job to pass, not overdressing but going for the "working lady out to lunch" look. The honest truth is anyone that pays me a second glance will be all the wiser. Unfortunately at 2m (6'6"), despite the flat sandals that I wore, you do tend to attract lots of second glances if you are wearing a skirt. And as we all know second glances are our worst enemy... Bygones.
Anyway, as I headed down the corridor, a typically insistent salesman tried to flog me some moisturiser, grabbing my arm and proceeding to demonstrate this "magic stuff" from the Dead Sea of all places. He claimed that the curdling taking place was due to dead cells and I'm quite sure he did not hear one word I spoke as he made his sales pitch. After telling me the price (a very special one according to him) he looked at me expectantly. So I had to burst his bubble: "Nine out of ten days I'm a dude and dudes don't pay R400 (about $40) for a single tube of skincare product". (Well this one at least). Was he stunned silent as I turned and walked away because this was the first time he actually heard my voice? Or because he thought a tranny would be a sure bet for a sale?