... which end up making your day.
I'd been feeling a bit 'down' yesterday, but in the afternoon I went out to film a steam train which was passing through my town. On the way to my chosen vantage-point I went through my local McDonalds drive-thru for a coffee. I was dressed in sandals, black knee-high pull-ups, tight jeans and a 'unisex' top. I had my ladies watch and bracelets on, and was wearing my breast forms but not, at that stage, my wig or any makeup apart from my painted nails and a spray or two of 'Impulse'. I've been letting my nails grow out a bit lately, and have been trying to shape them to look more femme.
Normally I keep some change in the console to pay for these coffees etc, but had run out, so I had to use my card in their EFTPOS machine - which required that I use both hands.
As I was entering my PIN, the young lass at the window said, 'I do love your nails, dear'.
Felt ten feet tall as I drove away sipping my coffee. I almost cried, I was so happy for that little bit of validation.
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