She was right. I love them!
And I'd better...because they stand out whenever I use my hands...there is no practical way to keep them hidden. Anything I do involving my hands puts them on display. The girls at the beauty salon had good things to say - as did one of the grocery store clerks. My wife has been fairly quiet about them...though I did hear a comment that "your nails are a lot prettier than X's." (She's a hostess at one of the home shopping channels.) And I'll take that as a compliment!
I recently bought a new camera...the first one (brand X we'll say, it shall remain nameless) didn't take nearly as good pictures as the one I was replacing. I checked by taking a picture of a subject with the old one (when it decided to work right) and then taking the same picture with the new one. It's disappointing when a new purchase doesn't work as well as the one it's replacing.
So I headed back to the big box store where I bought it, and went to the customer service desk. I was in my usual androgynous presentation...see below. (This was taken just before a lunchtime meet-up with a business acquaintance, and is about as masculine as I can appear. But he knows what I look like...no issues.)
(Taken before a lunchtime meet-up with a business acquaintance,. It's about as masculine as I can appear. But he knows what I look like...no issues.)
"May I help you, Ma'am?" I explained that I wanted to return the camera - I added that it works, but doesn't take as good pictures as the old one. He asked if I wanted to exchange it for the same model camera, or a different one. I handed him a picture of a different brand and model from their website.
He called the camera department, said that there was a lady who wants to get a "insert brand and model here" camera and asked if they had one. They did, and he said "Just a moment, Ma'am, I'll go get it." When he returned, he made the adjustment to my credit card, handed me the package and receipts, and said, "Have a happy holiday, Ma'am." I wished the same for him, and was done.
Quick and painless...the new one takes better pictures than the old one... And the "checker" at the door, said: Have a wonderful holiday, Ma'am."
The business acquaintance (from the lunch meeting mentioned above) knows of my sartorial style. And he has never said a word about it..."it is what it is." The server got a bit confused and just addressed him as "Sir." No gender specific forms of address for me!
And that's fine...better "none" than "Sir."