Another day of errands on the other side...recently-reduced bridge tolls and a car that gets great gas mileage makes it less costly to do these things on the other side of the bridge. It's nice to live out in here in the cornfields, but I do miss having things reasonably close at hand.
This excursion started out as a trip to take my desktop to the repair station for a warranty issue and someplace for a refill of MAC Concealer, followed by a stop at a big box store, a quick lunch, and a couple of other minor stops. I was dressed in my denim skort and the new black blouse which I found on line, with my sandals. And full makeup, jewelry, and so on.
When I took the computer into the store, the clerk (20something male) greeted me as a female. We talked about the problem, and he wrote up a report of the issue. I didn't think much about it as he was writing. But he continued with the appropriate "Ma'am's" verbally, and so on. I had to leave the computer there for the tech to work on, and he gave me a copy of the report as proof that they had my computer. But I didn't read it, other than to note that the computer and name info were correct.
Segue to when I got home after the excursion, and I looked at the paper more closely... Yes, everything was right...including my being listed as "she" all through the report! Oh My Gosh! That was fantastic! (And that report is a wonderful memento of my day!)
Back to the present: Next stop, the makeup store. A 20something female clerk greeted me appropriately, with "may I help you, Ma'am?" I inquired whether they had any of "this" (and presented the empty concealer container). Of course they did, and I said "Wonderful...now I can continue to do my makeup!" As she made change for me and got a bag for my purchase, she laughed and said "We'd be lost without being able to paint our faces, wouldn't we, sweetie?" I said "You're right...on the days I don't have to wear any makeup, I miss having to re-apply my lipstick and powder my nose." (A true statement. I find I enjoy wearing it.)
"Have you considered some really good long-lasting lipstick, dear? It doesn't rub off on your clothes, a water glass, or most importantly (as her eyes glanced down at my hands and nails) your better half." I felt my cheeks get really warm, as I replied "That's a wonderful idea, hon. I'll be needing a refill of other makeup soon, and then you can help me find the right color!" We girl-talked for a few more seconds, till another customer appeared...and she had to get back to work.
At the big box store, I was addressed as Ma'am by a couple staffers, and gender-specific greetings were omitted by a couple others. There were no issues with my femininity at the minor stops I needed to make. But at no time today, or in my previous excursions, did I hear the dreaded "S" word. I recognize that the issue "comes and goes."
It's been nice to seemingly be accepted as a "member of the other team" for these few days! And I hope it continues...